Yes, this is real life.

Can you prove God has an incredible sense of humor?

No? Well, I can.

About a week after I posted this site and decided to let you all ( and by you all, I clearly mean my only to-date follower, Bryce) read about the great and sometimes embarassing moments of my life, I nabbed a date with a gentlemen I had met on a volunteer day of service. He was nice, and we decided to go to the zoo.  We will keep it short for now and say this was not the time I had expected it to be.

I showed up to work at one of my job's that afternoon and began to tell my story of the date to a co-worker along with another story of another date-gone-bad. 

To understand this, you have to know I am a completely chaotic story teller.  This means more than just the use of hands to speak but rather the entire body... Let's just say I can get pretty into telling a good story.

So, shortly after I finish telling my story about an overly touchy date and a date where I look as if I am riding a horse that wasn't there, I finish my story and begin to walk around the bar side in the restaurant I work in while a guy, about age forty stops me. Our conversation follows:

Man: Ma'am, I have a question for you. 
Myself: All right Sir, what can I help you with? ( Imagining this is a question concerning his drink or food.)
Man: That story you were telling, about the guy, is that real life?
Myself: Why, yes.  Yes, that really happened to me. ( Slightly emabarassed that more than my desired audience heard my pathetic lack-of-love story.)
Man: Wow.  That's just great. Do things like this happen to you often?
Myself: Let's just say, way more often than I would like...
Man: Well, if I were to work for MTV, I have to say I would probably give you a TV show. You just can't make things like that up.
Myself: No sir, you sure can't. (Walking away, feeling slightly pathetic and laughing at the fact that that scenario really just occured.)


Awkward Enough? God, I do think you are funny. You can quit proving it.
So yes, this is real life. Like the man said, you can't make stuff like this up. Even a forty-something year old man can see that.



Wishing I knew a cooler way to say good-bye instead of just bye!
Awkward.

Well.. This is different.

Hello! Welcome to my blog, Awkward Enough. 

Reader, you are probably wondering "That's the best she can come up with?  Awkward Enough?"  Well, if you think that, you obviously do not know me. 

 I am a young lady, living in Oklahoma and after being inspired by another blogger and telling real life stories to too many folks who asked why I didn't write all of these down, I have decided to keep an on-line journal of sorts.

The stories I am referring to are those that are real life things that happen to me. Too often. 
To explain, I must let you know a fun fact about me.  I have never been kissed.  I have been on approximately one real-date in my life (among many others that I gladly call "half-dates").  This wouldn't be a problem for me and usually is not something I am in great concern over except for the fact that I am almost 20. While I usually view this as a blessing, the blessing is beginning to get a bit old. I mean really, what type of 20 year old doesn't want to ever be kissed? This is why the blog is titled Awkward Enough.  It is not because I haven't tried to be dated or kissed, it's because I am under the belief that I am just too awkward for these things to occur in my life.

So, now that you know a small piece of my life, I can eagerly share with you my lack of a dating life and hopefully, give some laughs along the way. 

I hope I remember to actually post in this, 
AWKWARD!