We were in the kitchen at a friend’s birthday party. He was cute. I was doing dishes. The conversation flows. And ends…. Well, Almost ends. Should’ve ended.
He politely says “It was so nice to meet you, What’s your name again?”
I should’ve just said “Julie” but I didn’t.
I actually listed the five previous occasions that he had “met me”.
I’m sure I wasn’t as rude as I remember it. But I felt terrible.
I was on a mission to find him on any social networking site and he was nowhere to be found.
I had to ask forgiveness.
Danne said drop it. I couldn’t.
Months went by and Danne meets someone “who would be great” for me. She used two sentences to describe him. And I knew it was him.
I had to ask for forgiveness.
Danne said drop it. I didn’t.
Every time I saw him over the next few weeks, it was overkill.
“Hi Matt!” “How are you doing,Matt!” “Hey, Matt!” and he looked like a deer in headlights.
Then I felt bad for doing that.
One day I mustered up the guts to ask forgiveness, like any good christian girl should do.
“Hey, Matt…. I really need to ask for your forgiveness”
“Oh. Really? What?”
“Yeah, this one time I saw you I was really ungracious”
“Yeah I felt really bad”
“What happened? I am a really easy-going guy, I don’t even remember.”
“Ohhh I don’t really want to bring it back up. I just wanted to ask forgiveness”
“Don’t worry about it…….. What’s your name again?”
” (nervous irate pride killing giggle) Julie, my name is Julie”