Hopefully, this shows up, as I've been having weird problems with Blogger. Is my computer possessed? Am I crazy? Stay tuned to find out!
Anyway, today is Tuesday, which means that it's time for us all to take a few moments to revel in our own awkwardness. I share an awkward story on my blog, then you share an awkward story on your blog, then you link below and indulge in the awkwardness of all of the other fabulous bloggers who have participated.
As everybody knows, meeting the family of your significant other is generally a very awkward experience. (For example, when I first met the good ex's extended family, they asked me whether I folded or bunched my toilet paper when I wiped. True story.) The first time I met Mr. Darling's family was no exception to this awkward rule.
When Mr. Darling and I first started dating, we lived 1,000 miles apart, so I didn't meet his family until we'd been dating for several months. The summer after we started dating, I bought a plane ticket and flew up to spend a week with Mr. Darling and his family. Their annual picnic/family get-together was going to be held while I was there, so I was going to meet everyone all at once. Needless to say, I was a little nervous.
Early in our relationship, one thing about me that amazed Mr. Darling was my eating ability. I can eat a lot. Over the course of the day/week, my total calorie consumption balances out to be pretty normal, but if I'm faced with a type of food that I really like, I can pack it away faster than someone who is twice my size. I'm 5'6" and my weight hovers around 120, but even though Mr. Darling has five inches and about 60 pounds on me, I've been known to eat double what he eats if we're having a meal that I really like. I have a pretty high metabolism, apparently, and so when we were dating, Mr. D was fascinated by the fact that I could out-eat him and not gain a pound. (He's less fascinated and more concerned by it ever since we found out that I have high cholesterol, so now he encourages me to eat healthy food and only eat junk in moderation.)
So, we were at this family gathering where I was meeting everyone - parents, cousins, grandparents, aunts and uncles - all at once, and I was already feeling a little nervous and awkward. We were all sitting around a large table, and Mr. Darling's aunt was serving the food, and after she put some on my plate, she asked me if it was enough or if I'd like some more. Before I could say anything, Mr. Darling spoke up and said, "Oh, give her more. Tova eats a ton. She eats more than I do! Seriously, you should see her eat!"
In Mr. Darling's defense, I know that he did not say it to intentionally embarrass me, but I was quite embarrassed just the same. There were quite a few joking comments made by his relatives about me eating, and everyone kept offering me seconds of everything. Having just been outed as a big eater to all of these strangers, I was too embarrassed to take seconds of anything, and I ate as little as possible without seeming rude or anorexic. Hopefully, they've all forgotten that the first time they met me, they learned that I was a glutton. I, on the other hand, will never be able to forget it.
So what's your awkward story? Share it on your blog, then link below! Or, if my blog isn't working, just think your awkward story to yourself and then giggle quietly. Either way.