Well, here it is. Some of you who know me already know this truth. Some know, but don't understand the full extent. Still others may have no idea, though I'm not sure how that would happen.
My friends, I am awkward.
I'm not talking about chewing on my hair or being unable to make eye contact.
I don't know how to talk to
I've been fortunate enough to always have a built-in group of friends. In high school I had an immediate in with the musical people. College brought my runner friends and the music majors with whom I shared the majority of my classes every semester. After college, I got married and slipped right into my husband's life and circle of friends, bringing my own with. It's been so easy.
Then, one day, we were at church. (Well, not just one day - we've spent many days at church. Many, many days.) We were wrapping up a choir rehearsal, and it happened. Another mom from the choir made eye contact and smiled. I smiled back and went back to my post-rehearsal packing up. Then she came over to talk to me. "We should get our kids together for a play date sometime!"
A play date? Like where the kids fight over the coolest/noisiest toy and the parents sit back and watch, sipping a beverage while talking? To each other? Oh dear...this is so far outside my comfort zone, that I don't even know what to say. I probably smiled and nodded and came up with some silly generic "That would be great" response before running quickly in the other direction.
"Maybe she'll forget about it. She was just being polite. She didn't really mean it..."
Then, the next week, she brought it up again. She actually seemed to want to do this. There was no avoiding it. So we set a date.
And, my friends, I did it. The kids played. The parents talked. I think we probably sipped water because it was one of those 90+ degree days. And I survived.
I am still not completely comfortable around adults. I would way rather make goofy animal noises with a four year old while setting up the ultimate farm, complete with cows, hippos, and a peacock or two.
But I can do it.
And as I unpack my new home and think about all the adventures in front of me, it is comforting to know that I can make intelligent conversation with grown ups. If I have to.
But we should do it over dinner, because a glass of wine really helps!