Alas, here we are for the final installment of Embarrassing Dating Tales of Susan’s Past. This episode, the last one I dare to share with you, took place last year. It combines the two things I’d rather talk about than actually do: going on a date and going to the gym. And, as a tribute to my last post, see if you can identify the ’80’s tie-in!
I had been going to the gym for several months and noticed an attractive gentleman who behaved politely – and watched sports and the news on TV like normal men – and seemed to notice me. We’ll call him Larry. Maybe Larry’s attention was all in my head, but I swore he was checking me out on many occasions. Granted, it may have been because I was the biggest spaz in the various aerobics classes I took (and have since given up), but I’d like to think he kinda liked me. Even if it was out of pity.
Let me stop for a moment and explain that I don’t get all dolled up to workout, or wear anything revealing, so that is not why Larry was looking at me. I usually wear the gym-issued gray, unisex, stretched out T-shirts and only recently decided to bring my own shorts because the ones at the gym have turned a washed-out, peachy-pink color and are getting holes from the bleaching. Even I have my limits.
Again, Larry’s looks may have been out of pity.
Nonetheless, me being in a newly confident-go get ’em-finding my inner spirit-bumbling through life with gusto-stage, decided to inquire about him and his situation – i.e., was he single? I was somewhat acquainted with his friend, a pleasant man and fellow employee I’ll call Darryl. I decided that I was too demure to ask Darryl outright, so I wrote him an email instead, inquiring about Larry and proclaiming I never do this kind of thing.
The problem is I sent the email to the wrong Darryl.
The Darryl I sent the email to has a last name starting with the same letter as Darryl-1. I had worked with Darryl-2 on a project once, years ago, and until that fateful click of “Send” hadn’t thought of him since. Within seconds I realized my blunder and tried to recall the message. It should come as no surprise to learn that Message Recall NEVER WORKS WHEN YOU WANT IT TO.
Darryl-2 was kind to me and wrote back that he wished he could help me out [Crazy Lady] but he was the wrong person [You Idiot] and did I mean to send this [Embarrassing] message to Darryl-1?
Busted. Maybe these mix-ups happened to meek, mild Darryl-2 often?
I responded that I had indeed made a mistake and thanked him for being a good sport. I told him I was embarrassed, but had to laugh at the absurdity of it all. Honestly, I did laugh – a lot. How could I not? Darryl-2 replied back with a short message and this quote:
“A sense of humor is part of the art of leadership, of getting along with people, of getting things done” Dwight D. Eisenhower
It is a quote I think we could all live by… at least that’s what I’m trying to do. And you can’t say I’m without insurance: a sense of humor is a good thing to offer yourself and a partner.
For the record, I did tell Darryl-1 the story. We had a good laugh over it. I told him I didn’t care if he told Larry, but he swore he wouldn’t. I think he did tell him because to this day I swear there is a twinkle in Larry’s eyes when we exchange smiles and hello’s.
Oh, and Darryl-1 confirmed Larry was married. I was two years too late. Figures.