Yesterday, the sound of rain drew my attention to the window. It was raining pretty hard, and when I was out for lunch I had noticed that the passenger’s side window on Cute Work Guy’s vehicle was rolled down. I thought that I should probably tell him about the rain, and I stepped out of my office to do so.
However, seeing him at his desk, I stepped right back into my office because I was hit with an attack of shyness. I’m thinking, “I can’t go over there! What if he thinks I’m just trying to talk to him??” I looked back outside at the rain and told myself, “For Pete’s sake, Anne! His car seats could be getting wet! Go TELL him!” Still, I lingered a minute more. Then I thought about the time I rode in his vehicle and what a shame it would be for one of the most comfortable car seats I’ve ever experienced to get water damage. So, off I walked.
I approached him with, “Hey, did I see that your car window was down?” He didn’t understand, so I had to repeat my question. (Note to self: nervous rambling isn’t exactly the best way to express yourself.) He said that no, his windows weren’t down. I was like, “Oh, because it’s raining.” He said something I didn’t hear because I was retreating to my office. In retrospect, one of the guys had been going around earlier saying that the radar showed rain in the area, so maybe CWG decided to go roll his windows up then.
But this whole scenario is so typically me. There are certain people that I just can’t seem to approach with any degree of ease, even though – like CWG – these people have been nothing but nice, and they’ll talk back should I happen to talk to them. Despite that, sometimes Old Anne takes control and says, “I can’t talk to them. They’ll think I’m a dork!”
At times like that, I need to remind myself, “Anne, they’ve met you, remember? They *know* you’re a dork. Just go with it.”