Awkward moment #3

As many of you know, I am an awkward person. This tendency is greatly magnified when I am around someone I either admire, fear, or do not know very well. Professors are usually all three to me. So when I went to Castle Sluglett tonight to pick up a book, I naturally did something very awkward.

Sluglett and I had been emailing all evening about my term paper (Moroccan and Egyptian nationalism) and he said that if I wished to borrow a book of his to come on over if I lived nearby him, giving me his address etc. This was at about 10:00 PM, and he's a night owl from what I understand so I didn't think anything of it when I sent off an email saying I'd be over. To thank him for lending me the book on short notice, I brought a Westmalle Trappist, as I know he is a connoisseur.

When presented with me, Seamus, and the Westmalle on his doorstep, he issued the usual "Oh my my.." (the British accent makes this absolutely hilarious) exchanged a few words with me, and bid us goodnight. He seemed very pleased with the gift, was all smiles... but disheveled and in his maroon PJs as he was, seeds of doubt began to sprout in my mind.

I got back into the car with Seamus and realized...

You know, there's a pretty good chance he wasn't expecting me to come RIGHT over at 10:30 at night.

If this is the case, and I have done a very foolish thing in demanding books from his home at 10:30 PM, in giving him the Westmalle I have given him the means to at some point this weekend specifically reminisce about "what a daft girl" I am. (for that is surely how and what he will say.)

Compounded with the two other awkward things I have done in front of him this week (including very sheepishly asking for a translation of his handwriting, and bursting out of the room not 5 minutes into class yesterday to get my car) I think he has a pretty firm impression of me as an "Amusing" person.

AND YET IT GETS WORSE.

I am riding home with Seamus, and I crack open the book.

It is signed by the author, with a very touching personal message to Professor Sluglett. They were obviously friends, and now I've got this book....a veritable atomic bomb of awkwardness waiting to explode should I do anything to damage this obviously sentimentality-imbued tome.

I am so screwed. I spilled curry all over a book not three days ago and now I've got this irreplaceable book sitting in my living room. Wish me luck everyone.