I was recently reminded of this incidence. Unfortunately.
During my freshman orientation for college, I was sitting on a bus when a cute girl sat in front of me.
Before I knew it, she started talking to me. To this day I don’t have the slightest idea what she was saying.
I very much admit that I have a hard time talking to girls. I’m really, really bad at it.
At this point, however, I had been single for over a year, was in new and unfamiliar territory, and she was really cute.
I was a deer in the goddamn headlights.
Fortunately, she clearly enjoyed talking, and just kept on rolling. Eventually her conversation reached a point where it was time to include me.
Now, I don’t find my life overly interesting or impressive, but there are certainly things I could have responded with.
I’m a black belt in Karate, and have taught for several years.
I’ve done photography for a small appraisal firm (rarely, but still did it!)
I LIVE That 70’s Show, complete with foreign kid.
Instead, I look down at my shirt…
And respond with…
I’m not sure if she kept smiling or not. In my head she did. All I know is that as I was speaking, our bus reached its destination and I never saw her again.
I shall never again look to my shirt for answers. Unless it’s a really awesome shirt.