I am the most socially awkward person I know. I was at the bookstore tonight and some weird guy starts talking to me about how he just moved here from Miami and doesn’t know anyone and blah, blah, blah. I wasn’t interested in him, yet somehow fifteen minutes go by and we’re still talking. At the end of the conversation he asks for my number. What did I do? I gave it to him. WHY—Why—why would I do that?! So now I’m stuck in the awkward and extremely immature position of dodging phone calls from this guy.
Throughout the conversation I was the one doing most of the talking. He’d ask me a question, I’d stumble around trying to come up with an answer and then he’d ask another question. By the end of conversation he knew much more about me than I knew about him. He asked how he could get in touch with me and at first I suggest facebook. But he said he didn’t have a facebook and then he asked for my number so that he could call me and I could tell him how to make one. Idiot that I am, I gave him the number. I wouldn’t feel so bad except that I know I have no intention of calling him or accepting his calls. (Yeah I also got his number… don’t ask how that happened… it was all kind of a blur.)
The point of this story is that I am an unbearable klutz when it comes to social situations. At 22, if I don’t want to give a guy my number, I should be capable of telling him that.
This brings me to one final point. I hate being “picked up.” It isn’t that I’m not a friendly person, I just don’t like to be approached by guys who don’t know me and who I don’t know. It completely freaks me out.
Seriously…sometimes I feel like a walking train wreck.
Goodnight everybody!
Friday, January 16, 2009
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