Lost in Translation: the continuation

Sometimes I do embarassing things.
Sometimes they’re very entertaining.
Sometimes I even blog about them.

For example…

Do you remember that one embarrassing moment story?
From this blog post and then this follow up post?
That story that involved me and a potential blind date…
My story that scared me away from speaking any kind of Spanish for weeks…

Do you know that one story that began on my mission then evolved sometime last December?

It was the story that eventually I found so hilarious that I began to tell most anybody I could…


You know…
…the story that on my mission I was accidentally refering to myself in super-inappropriate slang?
As something super-inappropriate…
…to like everyone…
…like all the time?

Well.

Heh, heh, heh.

I just found out that Spanish-Burrito-Blind-Date boy is in my student ward this year.

Tonight I saw him.
Immediately I recognized him.
I stared at him intently as I listened to him give the thought at FHE.

And then I avoided eye-contact for the rest of the evening.
A. Void. DED.

Heh, heh, heh.
I don’t think he recognized me.

But eventually he might.

He’ll see me. Recognize me. Perhaps listen intently as I give a thought at FHE.
And he’ll say, “Hey, aren’t you the girl who…?
And I’ll say, “Yes. Yes I am.” (Because I totally OWN that story now.)

And then I’ll blog the rest of the situation. Word for word.
I owe it to my publics.

Because you like my embarassing stories.
Because sometimes they’re really funny.

And because this one is already too good to not share.

Stay tuned.