Humility

Not that I've ever lacked in the humility department, but boy when those reminders hit you, they can hit you pretty hard.

I have a crush on a nice man. He's handsome and charismatic. That's most of what I know about him, but it's enough for a crush. I've had a history of being ... let's say above average with the pick-ups. I can hit on a fella. I can catch him off guard, flatter him, and be charming. I know who I am, and am comfortable in my skin.

Not tonight, friends! It was a flashback to junior high. I'm surprised I was able to maintain eye contact, it was so terrible. I went to see him in a show. He did well, and I congratulated him and quickly morphed into Awkward Annie. (Oh she's real.) When I finally spit out the date question, he was quick to say yes. I think it was the eye shadow. I got these pretty peepers from my grandparents. Thank gawd they were there to back me up tonight, because there wasn't much else going for me, unless you dig the bumbling sheepish type.

No hubris here, but I do have a date. So there's that.