Humiliation

My friend who found herself in the Elevator Closet asked, prior to telling me what happened with Boy Toy, "can you top this?"


Honestly, I don't know.
I just know that I've had plenty of humiliating moments.


And every time I take a chance, I literally feel like I've never been in that place before.


As I blogged the other day about having asked 4 men out this year, 4 more men than I've ever asked out, I have asked men out before.


It isn't like this is something all that new to me.


However, if you want humiliation - read this.


When I was in college, I played in the band.
There was a REALLY cute drummer, and I thought he knew who I was.
At least.


So I sent him....Oh Dear God... a card...on,
you guessed it,
Valentine's Day.


Asking him out.


I was only slightly less shy as I was in high school.


And, I bet you guessed again,
He had NO idea who I was.


None.


He came into class the next day,
asking the Director who I was.


He never responded.
That was enough humiliation.


I did my best to avoid him for the rest of the year.
Only 5 days a week, every week for the next 3 months.


It would be the following year,
that we would accidentally come across one another.
Certainly, we were in band together, but Valentine's Day was so - so - long- ago.
By that time, for being 20, he handled it very well.


We never dated.
We never talked about my ... card.


I think of him, every now and then.
Sometimes with embarrassment.
Sometimes with just thankfulness.
Thankful that he handled it so kindly.