Somehow, "I think Erica's cute" turned into "I want to get her number, distract everyone else so I don't get embarrassed" in my head this weekend. I was surprised when my brother, Rob, even told me he wanted to ask Erica on a date--apparently we have that sort of sibling relationship, now. That's why, when I saw her walk into ward prayer Sunday night, I decided to do everything I could to help my dear brother, especially after he confided in me like that.
Immediately after the mingling began, Rob went straight to the back of the room and started talking to the cute little Peruvian girl named Erica. I was pretty proud of how easily he just broke into conversation--I should learn a thing or two from him. They talked most about music (and I know this because I was listening in while I had my own little conversations) and about how they like the same kind, which is pretty impressive, because Rob listens to the strangest music the world has to offer. I wasn't feeling very well that night and wanted to go home to my bed, but I was kind to my brother and hung around so he could keep talking. Not only that, but I wanted to see if he'd be successful.
After a while, someone else came and grabbed Rob to talk to him about something, and he disappeared for a second, leaving Erica wondering (I'm sure) whether she should stay or go. After less than a minute, Rob came back and quickly told Erica, "Don't go anywhere; I'll be right back." Aww, said the voice in my head. He likes her. I knew that already, but it was cute to see.
So there Erica stood, waiting for her dashing man to return. (And when I say dashing, I don't necessarily mean it. Rob's got enough hair for three of him.) I could tell she was a little uncomfortable and couldn't quite jump into the conversation of the rest of our group, but what could I do? I don't have Rob's knack for speaking to people easily. I was saved from feeling bad, though, when Rob came back once again.
"It looks like we'll be practicing for a while, so..." He glanced at all of us, who had, of course, stopped our conversation to listen to his. Rob tried to get us to keep talking, but no one wanted to. What he was about to say to Erica was far more interesting than anything we had to say. But I already knew what Rob wanted to say to this girl, and I knew that he didn't want to say it in front of anyone else.
So I turned to the others and started describing one of the rapids on the Grand Canyon, one that can be interesting to just about anyone, all the while listening to the tiny Rob voice to my right saying, "So what's your number?"
What I learned from this is that I'm far better at paying attention to other people's dealings than I am to my own, and this can definitely prove useful in certain situations.
And more people need to learn a lesson from Rob--it's really not that hard to walk up and talk to a girl you like, as long as you have an awesome little sister to keep your conversation private.
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