The Second Act….to clutz of the day

The second act, as funny as the first? Well sort of, you be the judge. Perhaps it is more about myself and less about him, but either way, it is turning out to be a good story, at least in my head.

I am a curious person, meet me and you’ll know. If there is something to be found out, I will find it. I’ve tried to send my curiousity to a corner to sit and be ignored, but in the end it wins out.

I had to find out. Off I went to the coffee shop.

I wasn’t certain I’d recognize him, he is good looking but there wasn’t anything remarkable that would easily distinguish him from a crowd of other good looking men. If I had to choose him from a line-up of European soccer players, trust me, I wasn’t sure I’d pick the right one.

There I stood, chatting on the phone with a good friend waiting for my drink when a hand thrust in front of me. Looking down was a fist full of …. serviettes. I didn’t need to spot him because he spotted me. And true to his obvious good nature, was providing me with the tools needed to clean up my own mess this time!

Thoughtful! LOL

I smiled, mouthed “Thank YOU!” and took the wad of serviettes and continued talking to my friend.

He turned around to walk away and that is, my friends, when I recognized him.

Perhaps I wouldn’t have been able to pick him out of a line-up of soccer players by mug shots but I could by his body and I bet you are dying to know why!

I knew him! I’ve known him for at least a year. I didn’t know anything about him necessarily during the year, but I recognized him and not because of his good looks. I recognized him by his backside (you best be busting a gut right now in laughter, because I am!!). A year ago I had pointed him out to a few close friends – declaring “He’s HOT!” But that is where it stayed. He’s been my secret crush for over a year and now it’s him who’s making me blush everytime I turn around.

Did we chat?

Ofcourse. And being true to my nature I know more about him than he does about me :).

By the end he gave in and declared “I feel like this is an interview!” and then proceeded to treat it as such.

What do I know? Enough for now. If anything I have met a new friend who shares my love of books, travel, history and humour.

Clutz of the day award goes to…

Clutz of the day award goes to…

IMG-20130127-01053.jpgMoi!

I accept it while gracefully falling over myself as I stumble across the stage.

It’s Sunday. I love Sunday’s. I get to spend them by myself doing things I want to do without feeling guilty.

One of those things I love doing is drinking a coffee in a crowded coffee shop while reading a book.

When I arrived the shop was full. I figured I’d order my drink and hopefully by the time it was ready, I’d have a seat.

I noticed this one particular gentlemanly good looking man hovering around and caught him looking in my direction. Now believe it or not, I am super shy when it comes to men I think are remotely attractive. And even more shy and clutzy when I assume they might be watching me.

I turned my back, usual procedure for me when I don’t know what to do, am I really +30 and still acting 12 :). Yes I am.

I waited for my drink to be made and I noticed a table had emptied.

It wasn’t the usual normal two person table, it was the giant wheelchair accessible table. I had no shame, I really wanted to spend a solid hour reading my book and if that was my table, then that was my destiny for an hour.

I rushed over to secure my spot, got myself settled. Coffee to my right, glass of water to my left and my book in front of me. I was ready.

cosmo for blogEverything was going to plan when I decided a nice sip of water would be a great idea and that’s when my nervous clutz came for a visit.

My cup of water flipped on it’s side and water was all over the table, my book, the magazine that had been left by someone else, my pants, my coat and my purse.

I was so embarrassed and froze staring soaking wet at the little pond on the table in front of me. Not daring to turn around to see who might have caught my embarrassment.

I stood up and started brushing the waterfall of water off my pants.

I turned to go get some serviettes and there he stood, his arm extended holding a fist full of serviettes.

“Here you are”.

“Thank you,” I responded my face going beat red, “Not only am I hogging the biggest table here, I’ve managed to make a mess!”

He started helping me soak up the water.

“Yes well, you are at the handicap table, but that seems reasonable with your situation. Don’t worry, nobody else noticed, you’re ok.” he responded.

I lamented my wet book.

“Well you didn’t buy it yet did you?”

“Oh I bought it, it’s mine and it’s now drenched.”

“What book are you reading?”

“Hillary Clinton’s, Living History.”

“And is this your Cosmopolitan as well?”

I laughed nervously and replied truthfully, “No”

“Well I was going to say that would be pretty ironic that you’d be reading both about Hillary and The Sex He Wants…But Do You?”.

I couldn’t hold my laughter.

“You are welcome to share my giant table,” I offered

“That would be great, I am waiting for someone but in the mean time, I’ll take you up on your offer,” and he disappeared.

That was curious I thought but within minutes he was back with a replacement cup of water.

Now he was just out doing himself!

Good looking, generous, clever and hilarious all in one.