Silly me

My life is typically a comedy of errors and what happened last Friday evening was an example of such.

I had all week to pick up a gift for a friend’s yoga studio opening on the weekend but as a professional procrastinator, I left the gift-shopping duty until the day before the opening which meant that I was in a mad rush to shop for the gifts after yoga class on Friday evening. After picking up a bottle of champagne (as part of the gift) on my way home from yoga, I stopped by home to drop off my yoga mat and my other purchases of the day as well as to change out of my yoga outfit before heading out to shop for the second part of the gift, an orchid plant. Feeling quite warm from my brisk walk (i.e. mad rush), I changed into a casual summer sundress and put up my hair in a clip (since it was already frizzy and messy after a sweaty session of yoga). I decided to try my luck at the neighbourhood grocery store for the orchid plant. As I was lost in my own little world while perusing the aisles for the perfect studio opening plant, I was approached by a male shopper. To much of my surprise, the male shopper proceeded to shower me with compliments on how beautiful I looked in my dress. At this point, the thought of being punked started to cross my mind – this sort of thing do not happen to me, especially when I wasn’t looking my best that day. After checking around for possible Candid Camera crew, I graciously thanked my admirer. Some small talks and lunch invitation extended by my admirer led to exchange of number. Instead of accepting the admirer’s phone number, I gave him my phone number on a piece of paper (because I knew that if he gave me his number, the likelihood of me summoning enough courage to call was very slim due to a chronic condition of social shyness). After I turned down his invitation to hang out later that evening, we parted ways and I continued with my shopping.

As soon as I was back at home, I realized that unintentionally I had given my admirer an incorrect phone number – a moment of dyslexia had resulted in me incorrectly writing down the last digit of my phone number. (I had done this before to my capoeira instructor and I had given out an incorrect phone number by mistake on several occasions - I had a tendency to mix up part of my work phone number with part of my own phone number). Oh well - silly me.

A note to my grocery store admirer: I sincerely apologize for my mistake and thank you for the badly-needed ego boost that you have given me.