Mr. Wrong...Issue #4



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I had a Church Crush recently. By recently I mean within the past year. My friends heard me gush all about this mystery man, and kept telling me to talk to him.

Yes. Me. At a complete loss for words.

I finally worked up the courage about 2 months later.

"Hi, (pause), I'm Emily...and I like your shoes." Knowing me I was pry one-thousand shades of red and all sorts of flustered while saying this.  Thankfully my Crush (we'll call him Otto), either felt bad for me, or didn't think I was a completely tragic case--introduced himself, and made some small talk.

Over the next month, I would become painfully shy during my limited interactions with Otto...then once I would leave church I would be kicking myself that I couldn't just ask him out.

So, I did....And, He Said Yes! but... He Never Called.  Talk about a self-esteem booster. I still went to church, and one day--when he was committing a fashion faux pas (maroon pants and cowboy boots)--I called him out with a big smile "Hey Otto, thanks so much for the call--I loved getting coffee with you last week."

He left early that day. He never leaves early.

I apologized eventually if I hurt his feelings by calling him out. He told me I did.

He forgot to apologize for hurting mine.