Awkward Encounter with a Boy!

Tuesday afternoon. I walk out of the institute building and to my surprise find the beautiful man in my ward that is no longer engaged to the girl from Boston named Jessica with the FBI family, standing right in front of me. We lock eyes. He is bending into his white car, i don't know why. I give him a quick "hey" and a nervous smile and walk bouncily away. I get to the cross walk preparing to wait and bask in the beautiful sunlight when all of the sudden, he's next to me. He says hey hows it going? I don't remember what I said back. He then asked me if I worked yesterday. In my head "no why? did you see me somewhere? were you planning on stalking me at deseret book and then decided not to cause I wasn't working? you would have been right!" Out loud "ha nope," the light comes on in my head, "Did you go to FHE?" He then tells me yes and that I should have come. I explain to him that me and dodgeball just do not go well together. I don't like when people throw things at me. I can't throw far enough to get anyone out. I tell him that I did not feel like embarrassing myself in front of our entire ward. He tells me "oh, we ended up playing volleyball." My next excuse- my roommate had shoulder surgery so she can't throw. If only it had come out that way. I tried about one thousand times to pronounce "shoulder surgery." It did not happen. He finally helped me out and we thankfully finished that part of our conversation. He then went on to tell me that his grandma lived in Santa Clara, my wonderful home town, and that Lake Mead basically no longer exists and you can see the town underneath it. Creepy! We are approching the library now. I'm on his left. I don't know where he is headed but i need to go right to get to my house. I try to slow so I can go behind him. It doesn't work. We awkwardly try to cross paths. He says "see you tomorrow in business class." I give him a "WOO" with the party hands and everything and then walk away. I instantly turn red and giggle the whole way home. Yes, I am a ten year old that is scared to talk to boys. Oh well, someday a man will appreciate my intense awkwardness. Until then I will just stalk people in my ward and at banks. That works just fine for me!