"You are made of awkward!" One of my friends exclaimed to me as I tried to subtly ask her crush over IM if he had a girlfriend by pretending to have a girlfriend myself. "I'm impervious to awkward!" I contested and told her about the conversation. "Ohmigod. that is painfully awkward." she winced as I continued talking about my made up girlfriend. The conversation ended in me scaring him away with my love of board games.
Alright, I'll admit. I can be pretty awkward. The upside: it's pretty funny. Even if you're hiding your head in your hands because it's so awkward, you can't help but laugh. I'll tell you another story. In seventh grade our class went on an overnight field trip to New Hampshire. My friend had her period and needed to go to the nurse and get pads. To go to the nurse, however, we had to ask our teachers, two of whom were female, one male. Unfortunately, they traveled in a pack, always together. And since time was of the essence we approached the three of them and asked to go to the nurse. "What for?" They asked. "Ummm..." We stumbled. "Do you need to get meds?" We shook our heads. "Are you bleeding?" They tried again. "Uh, well...umm.' Our faces were pretty red. We were staring at the younger female teacher, hoping she would catch on. "Oh!" Our male teacher said. The others still hadn't caught on. "Go take care of your, um, needs." He told us. We scurried out. Oh god. Awkward. I mean, how did he get it before them?
Whether it's going up and hugging the wrong person, or a conversation in which a well meaning but misguided friend is trying to set you up with someone, awkwardness happens to everyone. So from all of us to you, welcome to dial-a-for-awkward. Embrace your inner (or outer) awkward.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Dial A for Awkward
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I'm made of class when it comes to asking people out-- of the two guys I've invited to a dance, I asked one via facebook, and the other (the more recent one-- I'm actually sliding downhill on this front) via text message. My friend found out and would not stop teasing me until I hit him below the belt with a crack about how his girlfriend lives in another country.
And I love this blog.
Heh, nice. And thank you! Getting comments is so nice. :)
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