But a couple of months ago, I was hanging out with someone I’ve been seeing for a while, sitting in his living room before dinner and recounting my day at work, when I remembered I wanted to show him something I’d brought. I jumped up, ran over to the dining room table where I’d left my purse, and dug into it, looking for whatever it was I wanted to show him. Although I found it immediately, I realized my keys didn’t appear to be anywhere inside my purse and flew into a full-blown freakout, thinking I’d left them God knows where... at home? Locked in my car (is that even possible)? At Starbucks?!?! Could someone have stolen them????? My heart started racing for about the 19th time that week, as it was probably the 19th time this little scene had played itself out, each time overwhelming me a little bit more and making me kick myself just a little bit harder for not having my life together as much as I’d like.
I plopped down into a heap on the floor and proceeded to turn the bag inside out, cursing out loud at myself for being such an idiot yet again. The display kept on for quite some time before I realized he was standing over me, looking down in amusement.
“You’re adorable,” he said, and he wasn’t being patronizing in the least. For whatever reason, I could tell he was completely taken by my frustration with myself and thought it was just about the cutest thing he’d ever seen. Because he knows how smart I am. He knows what I’m capable of. And my irritation with myself over stupid things that simply are what they are… well, evidently he thinks it’s charming.
As he was saying the words, I felt the sharp tip of my car key and couldn’t help but roll my eyes.
You know what? I think I might keep this one around for a while.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Amy Lynch is the community director for Pink Kisses ~ an online community founded by former television reporter, Ellie Scarborough to help women forget their exes and find their inner bombshells.