Awkward

I fell into a situation that fits all purposes of the word AWKWARD. Dr. Dashing and I went our for a couple's dinner to a fine dining Mexican restaurant in Scottsdale, Ajo Al's - there's a long tradition of Dr. Dashing's family frequenting this establishment since he was just a little tyke. This place is a fixture of the "90th and Shea" area for 20 some-odd years. Needless to say, it is not unlikely that the Dashings's will know someone there every time we go.

This time, we ran into one of Dr. Dashing's high school girlfriend (HSG) and her mother having dinner. They were just being delivered their beverages of choice, margaritas, when we arrived. So naturally (or un-naturally), they asked if we would join them for dinner. Being long time friends of the Dashing's, it was only right that we take them up on the offer. Now, I've met HSG before and she is very sweet - so this isn't a first time run-in. However, no matter how nice HSG and mother are, this could be a very awkward dinner to say the least. Especially when it was brought up how Dr. Dashing was sometimes at their house after school when boys weren't allowed - HSG's parents would see his car driving away. It was a highlight for the mother to reminisce on old times. AWKWARD, but no, it wasn't.

Over the past few years, I've learned that almost every interaction and conversation could be awkward, if you let it - so as some very wise friends of mine say, "awkwardness, embrace it." So I did.