Unless you consider middle school a "moment" in which case, that clearly beats this
Posted September 30, 2008
Today you are in luck, dear readers, because today I am going to tell you the story of the most horribly awkward moment I've experienced in my thirty-one years. The shocking part: I did not cause it. I know!
I'll change the names of the people involved for their protection. Let's call the girl Susie. Now, Susie is an actual real-life sweet person. You are wondering what such a person was doing hanging around with me, aren't you? It's ok, I've wondered the same thing. I think perhaps I was some sort of aversion therapy for Susie.
We'll call the guy Bob. Bob seemed like a nice enough guy but was really socially inept. You are thinking that's the pot calling the kettle black, aren't you? It's ok, I am indeed pretty socially awkward. But Bob? Bob makes me look like a gifted schmoozer. I am Bill Clinton compared to Bob. It is even possible that Bob may have fallen somewhere on the high-functioning end of the autism spectrum.
So, on the night in question, Bob, Susie, and I were out to dinner with probably about ten other people. We were all seated at a long table. The important part of the seating arrangement to this story is that I was seated between Susie and Bob. Keep that in mind.
Everybody was pretty well finished eating, as I recall, and there had been a couple of different conversations going on. Then, as happens in these situations, there was a moment of complete quiet, which Bob seized, as follows:
Bob (leans around me toward Susie): So! As long as there's a lull in the conversation, Susie, would you like to have dinner sometime?
Susie is so shocked by this that she does an involuntary head-shake. Bob takes this as an instantaneous rejection and leans back so I'm directly between him and Susie again. I don't remember Susie's exact words (unlike Bob's which are burned into my memory) but after taking a moment to compose herself, Susie does thank him for the offer and let him down easy.
Here's the kicker: Bob doesn't leave! He stays and everyone attempts to make conversation and pretend it didn't happen. The only person who doesn't seem phased is Bob. Which is either really disturbing or really impressive, depending on how you look at it.
So there you have it, the most awkward moment in my experience. Surely you can compete. Write it in a comment or post on your own blog and leave a comment with the link. I think this is going to be fun.

KP says:
September 30, 2008 at 04:25 PM
Isn't it "fazed," not "phased"?
Lori says:
September 30, 2008 at 04:29 PM
Yes, of course it is. Busted.
Jamie says:
September 30, 2008 at 05:06 PM
When I was a reporter, there was a very odd case that involved a lawyer. We'll call him Mr. L.
He wasn't charged or anything, just tangled up in a really weird way with someone who was accused of leading a cult and other very odd things.
After I read the case file a few times, I was curious about what Mr. L's deal was. I ran into a lawyer I knew pretty well, and without looking around, I asked: "So who the hell is this Mr. L, anyway? What's his deal?"
Of course, Mr. L was standing right there the whole time. He turned around and introduced himself. And I silently prayed for death to take me then. (No joke, my ears are turning red as I write this, and it's probably been 5 years).
Denise says:
September 30, 2008 at 07:32 PM
There's a girl named Tasha who lacks a certain social grace known as tact. She has zip. She also likes to drink and has a tendency to get kind of abrasive, repetitive, and annoying when she's inebriated. My friend Cindy and her husband are quite sick of it. Tasha has tried to contact Cindy multiple times via Myspace, texting, and calling. Cindy does not call her back. Cindy is trying to phase her out.
A few weeks ago we were at a kind of bridal shower for my friends at a Mexican restaurant. Cindy is on my left, and Tasha walks in. No big deal. Everything is low-key and I think all parties involved kind of forgot there was tension, until Tasha said/yelled "I shouldn't be talking to you! You haven't called me back! Why haven't you been talking to me?"
To which I said, "Yeah, I'll have another margarita."
Christopher says:
September 30, 2008 at 09:31 PM
Why should Bob leave? He asked for a date and was turned down. I fail to understand why he should be made to feel like a pariah or why Bob should feel so ashamed as to be forced to leave.
If anything, Suzie should have excused herself for being so callous. Poor Suzie. The shock of being asked out on a date must have been very traumatic for her to be so flustered by such a simple question.
Perhaps this is just a man's perspective, but I don't understand your reaction at all, Lori. It's tough enough to get up the courage to ask someone out or to interview for a job without being forced to feel shamed when you are rejected.
Lori says:
September 30, 2008 at 09:50 PM
The shocking part was that he asked her out while ten people were silently watching and someone was sitting directly between them. I would have been completely flustered too. She was put on the spot and Susie is a person (as am I) who doesn't like a lot of attention in the form of lots of people staring at her. Yes, it takes guts to ask someone out and I respect that, but it should be done in private.
Dave says:
October 01, 2008 at 05:25 AM
Look on the bright side ... it could have been much worse for you if Bob decided to subsequently ask you out. Being the back-up choice of a socially awkward borderline autistic chap doesn't exactly make one feel like a princess.
Cindy A. says:
October 01, 2008 at 11:10 AM
Ah, here's an awkward moment for you, and let me preface this by saying I am in no way prejudiced, nor did I intend my statement to be derogatory in any way. I just, as I am wont to do, spoke before thinking. It's all part of my charm (ha ha).
Right out of college, I worked as an admin assistant for a temp agency. One of my duties was to hand out applications at the front desk. We provided a cup of pens for applicants to use. Once I gave out 5 applications to a group of hispanic fellows, and when they gave the completed apps to me, i sent them back for interviews. I looked up and noticed all the pens were gone, and I turned to the other admin and said, "Those darn Mexican guys stole all of our pens!" She quietly pointed out to me that there were 4 more Hispanic gentlemen sitting in the lobby where I could not see them. Total humiliation.
Pearl says:
October 01, 2008 at 05:10 PM
I wish I could tell you about my most socially awkward moment ever, because it happened only yesterday. Unfortunately, I have promised to never tell a soul.
I will just say this.
From now on I will always knock, even if it is the door to MY OWN BLOODY OFFICE. Catching a friend pleasuring himself is never a good thing.
LaughingMouse says:
October 01, 2008 at 06:30 PM
this'll be long. and if you're not familiar with Christian music bands, I apologize. Went to a one day festival and on the way told my two friends I probably wouldn't recognize any of the guys except Mac Powell (front man for Third Day). we're standing in the vendor tent at the Jars of Clay table looking at stuff and this guy behind the table asks if he can help us with anything. (mind you, he's wearing a clearly washed a zillion times t-shirt, his jeans have holes in them and he's quite scruffy looking) Somehow my comment to them about not recognizing anyone comes up and I tell him. He grunts ok and turns away somewhat rudely. I turn and my friends are laughing hysterically ... turns out he is one of the guys IN Jars of Clay!! Who knew!!! OMG ... mortified for awhile, and then decided it'd make a GREAT story to tell and retell and retell and retell at every chance. I even have a pic with him. =D
Darin Dunn says:
October 02, 2008 at 08:36 AM
HA!!
"It is even possible that Bob may have fallen somewhere on the high-functioning end of the autism spectrum."
Daily Tragedies says:
October 02, 2008 at 07:08 PM
I think I dated Bob! I wondered what ever happened to him...
carolie says:
October 04, 2008 at 02:25 AM
Ouch! I hate those socially awkward moments.
I started to leave my story in a comment, then realized it was a little long. So, I posted it on my own blog (no, not Adventures in Japan -- it doesn't exactly belong on the blog my grandparents read!) Here's the link: http://joynotmisery.blogspot.com/2008/10/socially-awkward-moment.html
Jessie says:
October 04, 2008 at 08:02 PM
When I was stationed in Germany, my boyfriend (who became my husband this July - 8 years later) came to pick me up to go out one night. As we were walking out the door, my then-husband (who - before you judge - had decided he also liked boys and we couldn't get divorced until we got back to the States) walked with us, and then yelled out "Enjoy my wife!" a la Jim Carrey in Liar Liar. My boyfriend/now husband stopped, leaned back to where he could see the then-husband, smirked, and said "Oh, I will." in a very suggestive way.
Funny, but awkward. I was also in between them.