I was sitting in Starbucks the other day with my dog. He’s four pounds of fluff, adorableness, and love, and I honestly can’t believe I haven’t made an entire blog dedicated to him yet.
Anyways, while we were sitting in Starbucks that day, he peed on my lap.
That’s not the point of this story at all, but I thought it was a funny side note.
So, I’m sitting in a booth with Charlie, the pooch, and this beautiful man walks by. He was like a knight in shining armor, except that he was just a hot dude in a black suit. So, I sipped on my green smoothie thing, petted my pup, and gave the hot guy my best flirty eyes.
By the way, don’t ever try to be healthy at Starbucks; just go get your 8,000 calorie Frappuccino with extra whipped cream and be happy about it, because their green stuff sucks.
So, I’m sitting here trying to look all cute and batting my eyelashes when my dog freaking pees on me. I had taken him out literally like three minutes before, and he refused to go, so I gave up, sat back down, and tried to pretend I was busy while making googly eyes across the room, and that’s when I feel something warm and wet trickle down my lap. Luckily, you couldn’t tell with what I was wearing, and he stopped mid-stream when I rushed him outside to finish.
After the getting-peed-on-in-the-‘Bucks fiasco, I thought, is anything really more humiliating than having your dog pee on you? I mean, true, no one saw, but I still knew it happened.
Any-who, I decided right then to stop being a pansy, at least long enough to do something about the extremely hot stranger, grabbed a napkin, and scribbled down my name and number. My heart was pounding and the longer I held the napkin, the longer I had to worry it would be wet from my sweating palms.
So I marched right up to Mr. Hottie in the suit and said in the cutest voice I could muster, “Excuse me. I’m sorry to bother you, but I just couldn’t leave before giving you this.”
He looked thoroughly confused, but I ran away before he had time to ask why I’d handed him a crumpled napkin or to see how red my face had turned. I did my best, most nonchalant, I-do-this-sort-of-thing-everyday strut and only looked back for a brief second to smile when he called, “Thanks, Courtney!”
He called me a few hours later.
The moral of the story, though—I promise there is one in here somewhere—is that if we could be brave for just a second, just long enough to do something that totally scares the crap out of us, we could surprise even ourselves with how it turns out.
**Also, very important, make sure your dog pees before letting him chill on your lap for two hours, even if he insists he doesn’t have to go.
Now get out there and be awesome.