I thought my days of awkward encounters with college coeds were behind me.
But as I worked in the library at Eastern Mennonite University early last week, I found myself involved in an unfortunate incident with a young woman who was seated about 4 tables away from me.
There weren’t many of us in the room, which is why I decided I could get by with answering a quick call from a friend. I spoke quietly, taking extra care not to bother anyone who might come near.
At some point, as I sat at my table and chatted quietly on the phone, I noticed a piece of fluff floating before my face. Thinking little of it, I simply lifted my head a bit, puckered my lips, and blew a puff of air to send the fluff away.
And then our eyes met.
And I realized that the coed couldn’t possibly have seen the fluff which had prompted my puckered lips. She had to have imagined that “the old man at the back table” had just blown her a kiss.
That thought, of course, made me start blushing, providing her with even more evidence that I was blowing kisses at her.
Any lingering doubt she had was surely washed away when I dissolved into giggles on the phone.
From where she sat, the evidence pointed to an obvious conclusion: I was guilty of blowing kissings in a Mennonite library.
She surely thought that she had an iron-clad case. She would make a compelling witness. But she would be mistaken. I wasn’t blowing kisses at all.
I learned a couple of things in that awkward moment.
First, I really need to be more careful when getting rid of fluff.
And second, it’s possible that what I’ve believed to be comments or actions by others at me had nothing to do with me at all.