16 - EFY. Moo.

Hi. I was thinking I wanted to write about something positive to help lift up my day, so I thought about friends. Then I though about what I do around friends. Then I thought about how weird I am. Then I thought about when I was weirdest. Thus, I thought about EFY. I would hardly say I was myself. Or maybe this other self resides in me... somewhere? Let's just say, I was way too wild.

Okay, so as many of you can probably tell, I'm a total noob at social situations. References from movies? Common memes? Jokes about countries? Whatever else people say these days? I never get the reference or understand the point. I say this because how popular at EFY I became makes no sense to me, and I'm still trying to figure that one out!

EFY started rather normally I guess, I think? I woke up at 2 AM to ride with a family (the whole family - their kids were so annoying) on a 5 hour drive across East Texas to go to an EFY event in Denton. We arrived, and this was my first experience living away from home. I had already committed to being brave and trying to act cool about it, so I did. My roommate seemed to like me, he said he was worried he would be put with a dork, but I was apparently nothing new that to him. So I went to go east Subway after registration, and got back just in time to meet the guys in my company. They seemed cool. Especially out company leader, most chill guy I've ever seen. He liked sitting on tables and talking about Pokemon. Okay. So then we went outside to meet the girls in my company. I slightly withdrew myself from the social circle, because I didn't think I could ever be friends with such cool people. Of course, they pushed me back into the group. We got to know each other (sort of? I can't stick a name to a face to save my life) by playing a game where we all sit down if we match a person's description, it was a great time.

After several days of eating, playing, and studying together, I began to find my place in the company. I was the one guy who everyone was jealous of because the girls kept sitting by me at meals. What? I don't know either. Turns out the main girl involved was actually one I had a big crush on... I fully did not expect her to be the one to go for me! Well, I suppose that's what undid me. I finally felt comfortable in the setting and began talking to people and joking around with everyone. My energy got everyone around me excited as we walked to places, talked about our studies, but most especially, at dances.

We had two dances. The first one, oh my gosh could they please make it quieter!! I wanted to participate, but the room could literally have made my go deaf! So I hung out in the hallways and talked to just about every company leader out there on guard duty. It was a jolly time. Those guys and girls were just about as fun to get to know as my peers! And oh man, some of them could dance.

Well, to skip ahead to the highlight of it all, the last day. The last dance. There were countless testimony building experiences, some really touching that happened. Those are written in my personal journal. I filled many pages writing many hours after bedtime about everything that happened. Yet I still had energy each day... what a miracle. But the last dance. I had a great time walking and talking with my company as we headed over to the huge indoor basketball stadium. It was so big, the DJ couldn't make it too loud! So I partied. Even better, the floors were slick concrete, so I could moonwalk while I danced! So after a sequence of confidence builders from other girls in my company, I finally asked my crush to dance with me at a slow song toward the end. I can't believe what I did next. I was hoping her hands would be warm when we greeted, and they were. So I went for it. I said, "Wow you're hot!" She just talked about her hands being warm. The next time she looked up at me (I'm tall), I winked. She lost it. Oh my goodness, she laughed historically the the entire rest of the song (but didn't let go of me), it was amazing.

On our walk back to out dorms, I of course asked her if I could be her escort, so we walked and enjoyed the city night as we walked back. One of the other girls in the company told me to tell her that she was my "cow", but I had to idea what that meant. I told her it in a different way, less extreme that the term cow I later found out, but she got the message anyway. Later that night I talked to my company (after jumping from a high wall and landing in front of them all as we shared our feeling together for the last time) about how much I appreciated them and especially a paper the girls all wrote together where they wrote something on each note given each guy in the company. I early on in the week became known as the "lady slayer," and my crush and several other girls called me that on the note. Why am I writing about this? I guess I just need filler material for the blog.

So anyway, the next morning, we all parted ways, my roommate picked me up with the intense strength of his hug, and a couple girls, including my "cow," gave me big hugs as well. I like hugs sometimes, but not usually. I like to keep to myself.

And that's about it as far as I'll talk on this post. I doubt anyone will get this far. Possibly. Leave a comment down below if you did. Smash that like button. Subscribe. Sponsor. Have a great life.