It really wasn't that awkward

I recently went out on a group date. They guy was nice, that activity was interesting, the company included in the "group" was sufficiently awkward.

A few years ago, I worked at an unnamed Provo restaurant. I was 19, just finished with my freshman year and even more clueless than currently. I recently got out of an unquiet quasi-relationship with one of the servers. The bartender saw this as his opportunity.

I'm a tall girl, around 5'8", so a major prerequisite to dating me--be taller than me. He was not. He was in his late twenties, bald and about 5'6". So when he invited me over to watch a movie, I thought we were friends.

After starting the movie, things got awkward. He tried to cuddle with me and even asked me if I would give him a kiss (touching my lip in a "Chester the molester" way).

I tried to be honest saying I was interested in someone else. It worked. He moved to the other side of the couch and didn't really talk to me. Finally the movie ended. I quit the job a few weeks later, and never saw him again. Until now.

Bartender Boy and I had a run-in on the group date. While everyone else was unsuspecting of our past, we were acutely aware. Thus we ignored each other. Completely. Not even a hi.

We all have those men who we would rather forget, simply because of the incredibly awkward situation we endured with them. But what happens when these uncomfortable reminders catch up with us?

We lie.

When retelling the story to a friend later I said "It really wasn't that awkward". LIE. It was the type of awkward, where I won't go out with my date again, so I can avoid Bartender Boy.

Awkward turtle anyone?