Did I do that?

Steve Urkel used to knock over people, burn down houses and otherwise endanger everyone in his way, then look around and utter one simple phrase to wipe it all away: “Did I do that?” It’s a pop culture phenomenon everyone between the ages of 20 and 30 probably recognizes - much the the chagrin of the man behind the Urkel, Jaleel White, who is actually a suave guy. But I digress.

My lack of a dating life is filled with so many “did I do that?” moments - some recounted here, like hitting the tennis ball at a hot guy’s balls, and others yet to be shared (older men, homeless men and gang members, oh my!). Did I REALLY trust that random guy I met? Did I REALLY just walk away from someone who was hitting on me because I didn’t get it? And, most familiar, did I REALLY just say that?!?

Today I had one such moment. With the man in question from my last post, no less. Despite not holding out hope of anything really happening with said man - let’s call him Potential Crush, or PC - I still figured it wasn’t a bad idea to flirt. There were some positive moves last week, a few emails and exchanges. And then today I took a typical misstep back. Here’s a sample of the conversation:

PC: Hey how was your trip?

Me: Great! Did anyone tell you any stories about it?

PC: No, just that it was good.

Me: Oh, so you didn’t ask because you don’t really care.

PC: ...

What in God’s name did I think I was doing? Being cute? False. Bitchy? Seems so. There are tons of other responses I could have given, a few being:

Do you want me to tell you some stories?

I have some good stories to share.

What’s your favorite vacation you’ve taken?

Did you hear that I can be too sarcastic for my own good?

But no. I didn’t say any of those things. I said what I said. And there just wasn’t any recovering from it. The saying “I put my foot in my mouth” doesn’t even begin to cover it. If my foot was in my mouth maybe I couldn’t say half the things I do. Nope, I’d say “did I do that” just about covers it.