Yesterday I had one of my most embarrassing moments… ever!

We had a friend, a virtual giant of a man, come over to our house to help us slog through the insurance swamp.

Scott is over six foot, weighs in at a good 300 pounds and plays minor league football in the area. This was the second time I’d ever seen Scott in my life!

OK, now to the good stuff.

We were sitting diagonally across the table from each other as we discussed insurance. Truth be told, though Scott was articulate and made insurance easy to understand… I was a bit bored. I began to fidget a bit, but because I didn’t want Scott to see it, I fidgeted under the table… with my foot on the rail of the chair directly across from me.

After a bit, Scott looked at me and said, “Are you playing footsies with me?” I said, “NO”, but looked under the table just to make sure! And then I realized…

The “leg” of the chair that I had been feeling up with my toes was in fact Scott’s big toe that protruded from his sandals!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! I was mortified! Humiliated! I turned a bright shade of red, thought about all of the manly, totally heterosexual things I could say, but the only thing that came out was… “Dude!”

I told Scott that usually I wait until the third date to make my move, but apparently he had endeared himself so much to me that I was ready to do my thing on our second meeting!

Good gosh… that was terrible!