Awkward!

So sorry for missing the update on the cabinet last night but don't worry, I was subsequently punished. After reluctentley waking up to my alarm after my ridiculously late night, I was moving at a snails pace. I was not expected in the office today. I was having my back door reinstalled due to a break in earlier this month. *Pausing for jokes* Even still I had an hour before he would even be there. i mean, really, when was the last time a repair man was on time right?

Well you will not be disappointed to learn that he was not on time. In fact I was sitting there in my over sized sweat pants and tank top, sleep in my eyes and bed head, when there was a knock on the front door. I am a notorious screener be it phone or unannounced house guests, so naturally, my first reaction was to ignore it but caution took over. I peek out the window to see the big signed work truck on the street. An hour early? Seriously?! I really wish I could say that this was the low part in my story. Instead when I cracked open the door to peek outside and I stand there in total silence blinking. In front of me is a carbon copy of a coworkers ex boyfriend that I had been partying with a few weeks back. To this day I refuse to admit I remember anything that happened that particular night so for now we will proceed with the story at hand. So here I am wading thru flashes of alcohol hazed memories as his mouth is clearly moving assumedly speaking to me since we are the only two people here. Now there is only one logical solution when a man you so recently allowed myself to act a fool in front of, I slammed the door shut. Not only that but a made a mad dash to my bedroom to put on a bra, clean t-shirt and pants that fit. I pull the door back open as I try to tame my tresses to find him still staring dumbfounded at my door. For the next three hours I try to rack my brain on how I can figure out if his is the dude or not without actually acknowledging that I may recognize him or remember that night. The three weeks following the incident were honestly tough enough. Finally I just debating on calling him to see if the phone rings on the mystery man in my mud room. But even if I blocked my number, how awkward would that be if I got caught? There really would be no viable excuse. So, I left it be, let him do his thing and called it a day. In the event that he was who I thought he was I was not going there if he wasn't. I'm not going to be that girl imagining a future with every guy I come into contact with. And even if I were I'm not giving him the satisfaction of knowing that secret! In any case, the job he did was amazing! I love my new door!