Happy Reminder

So tonight, as I shuffled busily around my place of employment serving fantastically profitable amounts of alcohol to my party of 30, Boyfriend reminded me that I have this blog! I tend to forget about writing on here, but each time I remember, I vow to improve my loyalty to my beloved blog. So once again, I will say that I WILL TRY to be a better blogger!

In other news, I started assisting at a local cotillion/school of etiquette last night and it was so much fun! The kids were all so cute, doing their little formal introductions, and tiny merengue dance steps! I did, however, scare a child.

The evening began with the 3rd-4th graders. We numbered both the boys and the girls off one to four and told the children to go the corner with the corresponding number. From there we had the girls get into a circle facing outward and the boys get into a circle facing inward toward the girls. My group was short a girl, so I stepped into the girl's circle. As I expected, none of the boys wanted to be partnered with me for too long, but most of them were relatively nice about it. They would quietly tell the boy next to them "I hope we rotate soon..." but they made the effort to spare my feelings about the matter. All except for "Timmy" (Name has been changed... just because I felt like changing it). "Timmy" did NOT want to be my partner. Unfortunately for him, I ended up being his partner for snack time. This meant that he would have to offer me his right arm, take my gloves (if I had been wearing any), introduce me to the Snack Patrons, get me a snack, and converse with me for the ten minute snack period. He wouldn't have any of it. Reluctantly, he offered me his arm, and I tried to assuage his disappointment by telling him that unlike the other boys, he didn't have to take my gloves, because I didn't have any! This did not make him happier. We waited in the line--almost silently, except for my futile attempts to make small-talk-- until we made it to the snack table. The Snack Patrons prompted "Timmy" to introduce his partner to them, to which he said, "I don't have a partner." He kept his head down all the while, as he poured himself some lemonade and grabbed himself a cookie. The patrons, bless their hearts, tried once more to get him to perform properly, and they asked him if he would like to offer his partner a snack. He simply said, "Nope," and walked away.
I was not going to give up. I followed him to his seat and sat down beside him as he scooted as far away from me as he possible could get on his two foot-wide seat. He tried to talk to the couple next to him, who clearly sympathized with his having to be paired with one of the patrons. So I talked with them. The other little girl was perfectly amicable while the other boy made a point not to make eye contact with me. "Timmy" begged the girl to switch seats with him so he could sit next to the other boy, which she politely did. The girl was nice and tried very hard to make me feel better about the situation, but then she decided that it was best to return to her proper seat and follow the rules that had been set forth by the coordinators. So "Timmy" slunk back into his seat beside me. I tried again:

Me: "'Timmy' why won't you talk to me?"
"Timmy": "Because you're scary!"
Me: "Oh I'm not scary. I really don't mean to be scary."

::SILENCE::

Me: "So 'Timmy,' do you play any sports?"
"Timmy": "Soccer."
Me: "Oh I love soccer! I used to play every year. What position do you play?"
"Timmy": "Defense. And offense."
Me: "It sounds like you like to play all over. Do you like to play midfield?"
"Timmy": "Yes."
Me: "Midfield was always my favorite position."
"Timmy": "I don't like it."
Me: "Oh okay. So how old are you 'Timmy'?"
"Timmy": "Almost nine."
Me: "Wow, that's cool! I'm 20."
"Timmy": "THAT'S WHY YOU'RE SO SCARY!"

Luckily, at this time they called the end of snack and said that we were about to begin dancing. As I expected based on his snack time behavior, "Timmy" did not want to dance with me. He would not grab my hand and he would not move his feet as the dance instructor began explaining the simple steps of the merengue. I told "Timmy" that he didn't have to hold my hands, but I tried to get him to move his feet. He wouldn't. Well, that's incorrect. He DID move his feet, but only to get as far away from me on the dancefloor as he possibly could. I finally decided to recruit another patron to get him to dance so that I would not scar poor "Timmy" any more on his first day of cotillion. He was a very cute boy and I am determined to become his friend within the next 6 months of classes! I guess I'll just have to be less "scary"-- less... 20.