I'm Stupid, but Happy.

I started writing this last night and it turned into something not appropriate for the internet at this time. I will post it somewhere eventually I am sure.

But today I proclaimed myself the most awkward creature ever.

There are millions of people more awkward than me. I know that. Awkward Bob down the street knows that.

I am not awkward, when I am confident or I know or I know you don't like me.
but oh boy iffffff you like me
and I don't know you very well
shit.

I suck at flirting, I know how. I do, I swear.

I can do it in the car, after initial interactions.

and I kick myself for not saying that witty clever thing that I know would have made you fall madly in love with me.

I suck.

I can act like I am flirting.

I can flirt with gay guys or girls or old people.

But not with people I actually like, unless I know they like me too and even then...

I still suuuuuuuuuck!
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Interaction

Boy who might like me and who I like for sure: Hey

Sarah: Hey

Boy(looks at Sarah)

Sarah(tries to smile and turns away and leaves)
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Fuck, I suck.

Why is it so hard for me to be semi-normal?

Unless dude is into girls who can't string words together or even manage to try and be cool than I am out of luck.

Isn't this how a romantic comedy starts?
Except my life isn't a movie. *I totally wish it was though.
Even if it was it would just be a comedy. No romance.

But alas life is good, I got a great dress on Wednesday and I got a free smoothie and a guy told me I was pretty while I rang him up at Old Navy (I didn't have on any makeup that day either)