Glitter on the Floor

I just posted about the perfect gift guide to making a man's shopping experience this Valentine's Day as painless as possible. While writing it, I thought about a particularly funny story from my past. Readers, you will learn that I have a library of funny and embarrassing stories about myself. In light of the upcoming day of love, I feel it is appropriate to tell this story.

I was in the sixth grade and ugly as sin. I didn't know what a hair straightener was, nor a pair of tweezers. Looking back now, we all looked like that so I guess I shouldn't be too ashamed. I was in advanced classes and we had our own little section in the middle school. My class had two teachers with two conjoining classrooms, combined by a bathroom in the middle.

There was this boy named Nathan and I was madly infatuated with him. Like I said, looking back at old pictures, we were all ugly so I am not sure why I liked him, but back then he was gorgeous to me. I doodled his name on my notebook, daydreamed about him, and tried to talk to him any chance I could. I was one freaky obsessed chick.

Middle school was the era of the magazine. Whether it was Seventeen, People, or Cosmo, I was reading them. I had a particular interest in the part where people submitted embarrassing stories or just cute stories about themselves and things that happened to them. Hmm... Maybe I should have started a blog a long time ago? Anyways, there was a Valentine's Day issue and it was talking about all the love that went right. I was so interested because I felt like maybe if I did something like the girls in this magazine, Nathan would notice me. There was one story in particular about a woman who set up a coworkers desk with a balloon, confetti and a card professing her love. You can probably see where this is going by now. This story caught my attention and I said to myself, "Maybe I could do this with his desk at school."

I got all the necessary things to prepare Nathan's desk right down to the heart confetti. While we were in Mrs. Gidden's class, I said I needed to use the restroom and snuck into Mr. Griffis' room to set my scene up. I tied the balloon to the back of the chair, put the confetti all over the desk and the card in the chair. At the time, this seemed like a bold, daring, sweet move. Good Lord was I stupid. This was 6th grade! You don't do things that bring attention to you in the 6th grade. It normally doesn't turn out well.

Well, class dismissed and we all walked over to Mr. G's room. Nathan, along with everyone else, saw my crazy profession of "love." He turned beet red and there were a few snickers escaping the mouths of my classmates. I didn't think anything of it. I just wanted to know if he liked it or not. For the rest of the day, everywhere he walked he shed confetti. You could tell where he had walked in the room due to the trail of it he left behind. Poor boy was probably so embarrassed! He didn't admit it to me though. Actually, we "dated" for like three days after that. He probably did it because he felt bad that I had done that and didn't want me to feel like a loser. Thanks Nathan!

But you know, doing that got me what I wanted. He was my boyfriend for all of three days but that made me happy. I don't remember being sad when we broke up. I didn't know any better in 6th grade.

I guess the moral to this story is take chances, it may get you what you want. However, you may want to leave the confetti at home. By taking chances I don't mean do what I did, it was stupid and embarrassing. However, I now have a hilarious story to tell. That's another moral I would like to point out. Although things that happen to you in your life may not go as planned, or things may not turn out how you want them to, you will always have a story to tell.

At this time I would like to thank all those who have been reading this blog. I enjoy sharing the tales of my life with all of you!