(***Warning this post is not for the innocent, naive, or those who couldn't stop laughing in sex class in middle school... honest adult conversation about to happen... or should I say did happen***)
Ok, now that you've been warned about this post, today I had a rather embarrassing moment.
A couple of months ago I got a generic request from one of my bosses asking me to take his place at a meeting. The meeting was with a local non-profit interviewing churches about how they develop their teaching content.
I said sure, shot an email, and then promotly forgot about it.
So when an email arrived in my inbox from a SEX EDUCATION company to say I was caught off guard was an understatement, and as I was about to email I.T. to ask what was wrong with our filter, I realized I was actually suppose to be getting this email.
And to add to the awkwardness and confusion of this moment, I was in the middle of a crowded conference for church leaders, sitting next to two of my female co-workers, with an email about Sex Ed in big bold letters on my phone. I tried to sheepishly read/reply/delete the email all the while feeling like a middle school boy just wanting to bust out laughing.
Realizing the email was for real and that I had already agreed to a meeting and to make matters worst had agreed to meeting in a local coffee shop, the reality that I was about to relive the worse days of Biology class landing on me like a lead balloon, I laughed, I cried, I decided I was gonna make the most of it. And I waited for today to arrive.
Coffee shops are normally a comfort for me and I was hoping that maybe this one would be extra comfortable during an extra awkward conversation.
But, I forgot two things, two really important things about coffee shops and me.
1 - Coffee houses have other people in them, like lots of people, other people who sit close, and who have ears!
2 - And coffee makes me hyper, and when I'm hyper and nervous, I talk... uncontrollably... a lot... and loud.
So yeah, you're starting to picture how this little Sex Ed class reunion happened.
I walked into one of my favorite coffee shops and of course the place is packed to the gills. Mom's are holding toddlers, home school girls are typing on their laptops, Amish ladies are crocheting in the corner (ok, that's not true, but it felt like it!) and the folks I'm meeting with didn't pick the table off in the corner, or around the side, or tucked next to the bathroom that no one actually likes sitting near.
No, they picked the FAMILY TABLE IN THE FLIPPING CENTER OF THE ROOM, NEXT TO THE COUNTER, RIGHT WHERE EVERYONE WALKS IN AND WAITS!
Try having a conversation about sex with strangers.
Try having that conversation about sex in a public place.
Try having that conversation while totally jacked on caffeine and forgetting your surroundings, and your tone, and your volume, and your subject!
Yeah, that was my day, you're picturing it about right.
Nothing like getting really passionate, really loud, and really antimated and declaring to the whole coffee shop that "SEX IS AMAZING." Or later when the interviewer asked what vocabulary is best used to describe anatomy, getting on a soap box about how a.... well, I'll save that conversation for another time.
So, yeah, I have never been checked out by so many people at one moment in my life.
So, I hope you had a wonderful day, I hope you loved the work you got to be a part of, I hope you found passion and excitement in being a part of that. I sure did today, I just hope you also remembered to talk a little quieter then I did.
Happy Monday!
Matt
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