the other day a cute guy started talking to me on the metro. keep in mind it was packed, and REALLY hot, therefore, i was sweating like crazy.
man: it’s hot in here.
me: yeah, too hot.
man: i wish they’d let me wear shorts to work.
me: i don’t get how you guys can wear suits. i’d die. i mean, look at me! i’m sweating like a pig, and i’m in a skirt!
moral of the story: i’m awkward, but one day, someone will find my awkwardness endearing. until then, i’ll keep channeling liz lemon. [“blamo! another successful interaction with a man!”]