Social Awkwardness
Two Tuesday’s ago, Dooce was in Seattle on her book tour. Seeing that my dream in life is to have her babies, I went. In fact, I might have rearranged my work schedule so that I could take a Monday night class so that I wouldn’t have to take the Tuesday night section so that I could see her. Just maybe though. That friends, is planning ahead and not obsessive at all.
Dooce started off by reading excerpts from her book and blog and then had a brief Q&A session. This was followed by the book signing. Somehow I exited the stage area wrong and ended up being about 15 people away from the end of the book signing line. But no worries, because this gave me 45 whole minutes to think about what I would say to her when it was my turn that would make her say, “you’re super cool. Let’s go get dinner.”
Forty-five minutes obviously wasn’t enough time or I was too distracted by all the pretty books because it was almost my turn and I had absolutely nothing. NOTHING. So when I walked up to get my booked signed I just said the first thing that came to mind. “Hi. Does your hand hurt from all the signing?” WTF? Like that’s going to get a dinner date with Dooce. Shouting “hot vinegar!” would have been better than that. She was very kind and didn’t laugh in my face, which means she’s proably a better person than I am or Josue (who did laugh in my face) is. Then, to cap off such a great interaction, I said, “good luck with all of that.” and made a pregnant belly motion on my stomach as I walked away.
fml.
