It’s becoming apparent that it’s a miracle I make friends. Normally, I’m a social butterfly. I can make small talk well enough to avoid uncomfortable silences. I’m pleasant and inviting. Rarely is there a time in a conversation where I’m not smiling. Today, however, I was more like a social moth.
Today was just an average day. I was leaving my dorm, making my way off to class. I came up to this guy I’d seen around my hall before but have never actually spoken to. He’s got dark hair, the right amount of stubble, and piercing blue eyes and to top it off, this day he was wearing an adorable little fuzzy aviator hat. The hat and the snow made for a picturesque scene that you’d see in a clothing catalog. So of course with him looking like a winter model and not wanting to run into him since I am a grade A klutz, I l looked at him. Our eyes met and to my surprise, he said, “Hey,” with a slight smile. Naturally, my response was to smile back and inaudibly say, “Hi.” After he was about ten steps away from me, I realized that no sound came out of my mouth. Nothing. Seriously?
It’s pretty impressive how I can completely blow one of the most basic social interactions. I know I have my awkward moments, but good grief this one is a record for me. I’ll play it off on being a mix of stress from finals, running on 6 hours of sleep, and that it was freaking cold when I went outside. At least it’s a funny story and now my roommate Marissa won’t stop mouthing “hi” at me when she sees me.
