When I was about 18 or 19, I went to a summer fair with a group of my friends. We decided to check out the free outdoor karaoke stage while we were there. Sitting in the crowd, we were all daring each other to go up and sing a song, much to all of our own embarrassment. Of course, none of us went up.
As we watched, however, a very
handsome hot guy, all decked out in his western gear (the theme of the fair), went up to the stage to sing “Amazed” by Lonestar. Back then, that was a hot song! Hot guy + hot song = me swooning. I commented to my friends: I would sure like to sing that song with him!” This led to the incessant dares to go up and sing the song with him. I wasn’t going to go, but then one of my friends knew just what to say: “you don’t have the guts… You’d never go up there!”
Well, she was wrong, because I quickly got up and marched right up to the stage. The crowd started hollering as this young, fairly good looking girl was up on the stage to sing this very romantic song with the very
hot sexy guy. The guy running the karaoke stage was ready and waiting with a microphone for me and it didn’t take long for us to be gazing longingly into each other’s eyes, belting out how “Amazed” we were.
When the song ended, we handed back the microphones and started talking off to the side of the stage. They guy was all shy, but he courageously asked me if he could have my phone number. I thought about it for a second, because I was kind of seeing someone at the time, even though it wasn’t really that serious. As I hesitated the guy asked me how old I was. I thought it was an odd question, but I answered, nonetheless. “I’m eighteen, why, how old are you?”
He got a slightly embarrassed and mortified look on his face and sheepishly said, “I’m fourteen.” Now guess who had he mortified look on her face? Needless to say, I didn’t give him my phone number. However, this very good looking teenage boy with a full face of stubble had a killer story to go back to his friends with when the school year started up again.
Me, on the other hand, I shirked back to my group of friends and tried to justify not getting his phone number by the fact that I was dating someone else. Unfortunately. They didn’t buy it… They eventually got it out of me that the guy was a good 4, maybe 5 years younger than me (At my age now, that age difference is nothing really… But at 18…). I was, for a long time after, considered a “cradle robber” and a “teenage swooner.” I could have died. Oh, and of course, that song was super popular back then, so we heard it all the time. It took a long time to live down that moment.
Anyhow, at one of my interviews this week, I was asked to talk about an embarrassing or funny situation I was involved in. As I struggled to find something from recent years to talk about, this memory popped into my head. I told them the story and I had all 4 interviewers (all women) laughing hysterically at my story. I don’t know if they were laughing at me, or with me… I’m going with the latter and just assume that I am a very good and humerous story teller.