so i'm no good with uncomfortable situations.
its all sortsa hot n'kinda sweaty n'sticky outside today. thus, by the time i'm off the train and on the manhattan side, i'm less pretty than normal.
plus, calculate in the fact that this is justa bad morning, where i over slept in bed, then over slept in the shower! didn't get to work out, nose is all stuffy from allergies or a cold i gave myself via an air conditioner... whatever... i'm a real mess as it is, but add on all these variable exponents, and you get an idea of where i'm headed.
so, i take my disgusting mess into my office building and hop on the elevator only to be accompanied by some really hot girl that happens to work in my office.
sure, i'm all smooth and don juanish and handsome normally... but the awkward factor had kicked up new notches this morning, and the failure table was set with glee.
uncomfortable silences are the death of me.
