Last week I was at the gym and was sent on a mission to find out a ladies name for a friend who couldn't remember it. I'm maybe the only one foolish enough to walk up to a stranger and pretend like we are friends. So, I was off. Easy task, right? Wrong. I made a fool of myself. The brief conversation went something like this.
I walk over to the treadmill and say, "Hey, I think I've met you before but I can't remember your name..."
With a heavy breath she replies, "Nihikki."
I didn't hear the 'N' at all and inquisitively ask, "Ikki?" Thinking maybe she is one of the unfortunate people with a really exotic name. Nope. She's not. She's Nikki. And I called her Ikki. I apologized and quickly aborted mission.
Tonight I have another humbling experience. (I have to laugh at these moments.) Let me preface this with the fact that I am a fan of love and couplehood. For the time being I chose to use my energies on a variety of activities and share my love with many people. Not in a hippie love way either. More like an agape love. Anyways, I was unsuccessful in my attempt to get a friend to come with me tonight. So, I am going to a wedding by myself. I'm completely fine doing a lot of things by myself, but this is out of my comfort zone. It's silly, I know.
It reminds me of a line from one of my favorite movies, Never Been Kissed.
"Lonely ride in bucket five!"
Just one of the many things that keeps me humble.
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