I love people watching.
This is a known fact.
Don't believe me? Read THIS post to catch up on when I taught a Norwegian how to people watch.
I'm serious about this stuff.
So, when Ian and I were invited to Union University in Jackson, Tennessee, to host a table at a Global Outreach Mobilization event, (an M event, learning to read between the lines yet?) I was feeling a little queasy about it.
After all, I knew there would be good people watching, but I wouldn't be able to just sit back and observe.
I was expected to interact.
Stick me in a room full of Elementary strangers and I'm the belle of the ball.
Stick me in a room of college students and I'm "that girl," hiding underneath of the table.
So we went. And we talked with students about where we are going for our new job with "The Company," and answered their questions about the region.
And then, after the cold sweats subsided and I didn't look like I was going to pass out, I slipped behind our display board to do some people watching.
First of all, let me tell you I am only 22. I finished college a year early and have always considered myself an old soul.
Second of all.... How old are college students now a days? 15? I was shocked at how young some of these people looked!
Thirdly, I had the pleasure of watching one group of college guys eating lunch (no, that wasn't the pleasure...wait for the rest of the story.) They were doing their own thing, eating and goofing off, when, out of nowhere, a girl attacked one of the guys in a bundle of shrieks and hugs and floppy hair.
I was taken aback.
What was this creature? and what was she was doing to the poor unsuspecting guy?
Oh, you know, she was just coming by to tell him him hi.
And to flirt. Duh.
And it just made me hope that I never looked that ridiculous/desperate. Don't you agree?