usually i am pretty aware about the amount of dorkiness that i possess. i know i'm silly, and crazy, and dorky, and all that good stuff. but sometimes i do something that shows me the hidden recesses of craziness that are lurking deep down in my soul. and for some reason i feel compelled to share some of those times. so here goes!
i have been to tgi fridays twice in my life. and both times, i have felt compelled to leave my phone number there for a waiter. who does that in real life? isn't that something that only happens in movies? if it is, my life must be a movie, because i have done it. the first time, i was with some of my good friends from my ward growing up - stephanie and jessi - and their husbands. the restaurant was pretty slow, not too many people there, and we were having a ton of fun talking and laughing and reminiscing. our waiter could see how cool we all are, so when he would come over to do his thing, he'd stay and hang out a bit. as we were leaving, jessi and steph convinced me to leave my number. they said he was coming over cuz he thought i was cute and that i should help him out. the real reason he came over is because he is bored and we are cool, but whatever. i did it. i was feeling particularly single and figured i had nothing to lose. he text me the next day, and we had a decent conversation, until he turned crazy. he wanted to come to my apartment at 2 in the morning after him and his roommate went on a wendy's run. call me crazy, but that didn't seem like the best idea. so that was the end of that.
the second time i went to tgi fridays was with my good friend andrea. we went to celebrate something, and talked a lot about the last time i had been and the events that followed. our waiter was a girl, but there was a pretty cute boy waiting tables around us, and i overheard his name, so when we left i left my number again with instructions to give it to him. i don't know where i get these brief fits of bravery, but they sure come at the most inopportune times possible. i just end up making a fool of myself. anyway, this waiter text me that night to say he was flattered but also married... i'm sure his wife appreciated that. so that ends adventure #2.
last week, i had another adventure. i was not at tgi fridays this time, so i can't blame it on that. i stopped at a gas station to get some water in between piano lessons, and the cashier was pretty cute, and flirty. after i had paid he handed me back my card and said "now i just need your number and you'll be good to go." i just laughed and left, but on the way out to my car i thought "why didn't i give it to him? he seemed nice enough." so get this - i wrote it down and turned around and went back in! blame it on my lack of social life or something, but i really have no idea where these reserves of courage are coming from. there were people in line, so i just slid it across the desk, and then immediately felt ridiculous for about an hour until he text me. then i still felt ridiculous, but a little less so. we chatted for a while, and tried to make some plans, but didn't end up doing anything about it. which is probably a good thing - i forget i'm not in utah anymore and that it might not be a good idea to go out with strange men who work in gas stations. i'm just hoping i have learned my lesson and will stop leaving my number around for strangers to find.