Breaking bones

This is an embarrassing story of how I broke my ribs while trying to get a date. I wish I could say I was doing something fun like dancing and fell off a table but that is not the case. For those of you that know me to say I’m clumsy is putting it mildly.

Last January I was out with a group I belong to and after some axe throwing (something I cannot master), we went to a local establishment for food/adult beverages.

About 20 of us were seated on each side of a long table. There was a member of the group on the opposite side of the table from me. I had noticed him at past events and decided I would finally summon the courage to ask him out. After taking a sip of my first glass of wine of the evening (I swear!) like a leopard stalking its prey, I made my move.

I made it halfway around the table but tripped on an uneven surface and fell face forward into a metal chair. Then I lost my balance, bounced backwards and fell on my ass. The guy I wanted to ask out ran over to help me up and asked if I was ok. Despite not being able to breathe, I managed to squeak out “I’m good” before slinking back to my side of the table.

In case you are wondering no, I did not get a date with the guy, I did however break three ribs.