You Can't Script This Stuff

I made a fool of myself Sunday evening, and now I'm here to tell you all about it.

So, I'm coming back from a family event, and my older brother is dropping me off, in the parking lot next to my apartment. It is approximately nine p.m. I am wearing a black and white dress, a red jacket, and red high heels.

I get out of the car, close the front passenger door, and begin moving around to the rear driver's side because I have things I needed to get out of the back. My brother, however, starts to drive away. Now, I notice a group of people standing nearby, but I don't know any of them, so all my attention is focused on my car, driving away.

"Hey," I shout, waving my arms, "Wait! Stop!" This is, unfortunately, not effective, as my hands are sort of full and I can't gesture very well. I'm running after the car, but not very quickly, as I'm in heels. After a few seconds, I'm a little desperate, so I reach down and take off my shoe, my red high heel, and throw it at my car as I shout, "FETCHER I STILL HAVE THINGS IN THE CAR!"

It is at this juncture that my brother finally clues in and stops. I jog over to the car, one heel on, one foot just in tights on the pavement, open the door, and begin to get out my things. It is then that I hear, from behind me, "Rose, is that your brother?"

And I turn, and as I answer, "Yeah," who should I see but the object of my last post, smiling at me.

The realisation sets in that I have just made a FOOL of myself in front of this guy and his family, and I want to die. Just a little bit.

I wish that a chasm would open in the earth and swallow me up.

A nice lady brought me my shoe. saying, "Here's your satin slipper," and then continued on her way.

The family keeps walking, and then he looks at me and says, "Well, see you, then."

"Yeah, see you!"

And he walks away and I duck behind the car door and express this to my brother.

"Oh," he says, "Did you not notice him?"

"No! I just noticed a group of people! I didn't realise he was there! I'm so mortified!"

"Don't be," my brother laughs, "He thought it was great."

Nonetheless, my mortification was great. 

I can only imagine how the conversation went as he caught back up to his family:
"Oh, did you know her?"
"Yeah, that's my friend, *name redacted*."
"What an... interesting girl."

(perhaps by some weird chance they know who I am, as we've been doing things with friends and we've been on a few dates)

So my brother adds to my imagined scene, "Oh, the one we've heard all about!"

To which I can only say, "I wish."

(my family has lowkey heard a lot about him because I talk too much)

I've told this story to a few people (it is, admittedly, very funny), and been told that is sounds like a dramatic breakup scene and also like the intro of the leading lady in a rom-com, so I'm keeping it in my pocket for when I'm writing a screenplay in the future.

Two hours later, I get a text from him that just says,
Solid throw! ;)

Somehow that makes it at once better and worse.

Then yesterday, I had a chance to talk to him at a church activity. For my own mental well-being, I asked if that was his family the night before. Yes. His aunt and uncle, a couple cousins, one of whom is coming to our university in the fall, and his twin brother. They were showing them around campus. It was his aunt who returned my shoe, apparently.

He said it was cool that he met my brother- or saw him, at least. So I think that's a positive.

I'm still a little embarrassed, tbh.