Oz is going through some health issues. And rather than start dating the girl who knows a thing or two about health issues and how to lighten the mood, he decided to recover solo. (Either option is respectable, I just happen to prefer option number one.)
In the mean time, I pursued an unexcitable yet enjoyable fellow from one of my classes (mistake #1). Until his phone broke. Or was stolen. Or probably something not exciting nor enjoyable. For those wondering, he wasn't merely avoiding me and missing my calls. The phone was off; it never rang. Straight to voicemail. For over a week long.
But being rather bold and brassy, and not wanting to let the start of something good just fall away due to technological difficulties, I sent him a quick email (mistake #2). The email itself was rather neutral. And without a second thought I hit send. But I sent it through my university's web-interface. Which in turn and despite several checks to make sure everything was in order, sent it to the entire class.
Yep. Horrified. I felt a lot like that little guy on the sign.
Until I realized that it could have been worse. And that I have done worse.
I have run into a stop sign on my bicycle. That landed me in crutches and a leg brace for a few weeks. During that time everyone came up and asked, "How did that happen?!" And I had to admit that I hit a stop sign. On my bike.
That was a nightmare and a grounds for mild social mocking.
So my email mishap is mild compared to bicycling. At least the email will blow over in less than a week due to college students' short attention spans in conjunction with the start of a new quarter on Monday.
So if I don't hear from him, it is a sign that it never would have worked out anyway. And I definitely need someone brave enough to handle my [lack of] social graces. Maybe someone who hit a barn while riding a horse?
Oh, and maybe it is a sign I should try harder for Oz....