Try, Try Again

I don't know why, but I have felt much more like a junior student, like a kid just starting out, this week than I have in quite awhile.  And the awkwardity keeps piling up in ways that I don't even mean to.  Because I am a perfectly normal person, smooth in all social circumstances.

Yesterday in the cafeteria (yup, I sit with my friends in the cafeteria, just as I have been doing since I have 9-- we didn't have cafeterias in Old Country, we just ate at our desks), I spotted Advisor Who in line.  Being naturally friendly, I gave a wave, but then realized he wasn't looking my way, and had to semi disguise it as a natural shifting of the hand.  Minutes later, he looked toward my table again as he was leaving, I thought we'd made eye contact, so I waved, except he didn't register, and just left.

Julia: That was awkward.

Moi: You saw that?  I was hoping it'd be OK if no one saw that just now.

Liz:  What happened?

Julia:  It would've been fine if he didn't see it at all.  But as he was leaving, he turned back a little and sort of saw that, but then kept on walking.

But then Julia told me a story of her professional crush and her friend.  Prof Professional Crush does interventions with firehouses, including one Julia's friend works at.  So Julia excitedly told Prof PC that she knows her friend at the firehouse.  PC's reply?  "I don't know who that is, but yes, I do work with that firehouse."  Julia told her friend, who then emailed PC directly.  "Hey PC, it's me!  I can't believe you told my friend Julia that you don't know me.  See you Thursday."  PC's reply?  "I still don't know who you are.  But I'll see you on Thursday."  This story made me feel awesome about my two failed waves.