So. Story time.
I am constantly, consistantly, painfully awkward. I blurt out whatever junk is in my head and land myself in all sorts of cringe-worthy situations.
Back up a bit. I have talked about Cute Boy from high school...let's call him N from now on. He has nothing to do with this story.
This story, in fact, has to do with another Cute Boy (not even just cute--this guy is breathtakingly HOT) who is unfortunate enough to have to work with me on club stuff. We'll call him M. (NOT to be confused with the ex, whose name also starts with M, but who is basically polar opposite from Cute Boy M)
I have an insanely huge crush on this guy. He is incredibly smart, fairly ambitious, deliciously sarcastic. And gorgeous, of course.
Every time we interact, I end up embarrassing myself. Every single fucking time. I am totally and completely incapable of being cool and smooth...I get red and start babbling about nonsensical and irrelevant shit. He humors me. I can never tell what he's thinking, but I'm fairly certain it's something along the lines of, "Holy fuck, why is she still talking? Can I leave now?"
Anyway. Back to the story.
Today, in my last class of the day, my Auntie Flo decided it was time to visit. I, of course, was completely unprepared. Ok, says I, no problem...I'll just run to the drugstore. I'd left my bag with my wallet in it in the locked office and when I go to retrieve it, I notice that one of the advisors is still there (this woman loves to mother us all and is so amazingly sweet that it's almost scary). Score! I won't have to go to the store, I'll just ask her for some supplies to get me through the rest of the evening until I can go home!
Meanwhile, I've texted M: hey, are u going to be around <office> anytime soon? i have some club stuff to give u.
M: yeah, i am upstairs now
me: cool. meet me downstairs in 15?
M: k
Me (to advisor): Hey,
Advisor: Do you need a Tampax? (hallelujah, she reads minds!)
Me: YES. Do you happen to have any?
Advisor: I think so...let me just check...
Me: Oh thank goodness! My period just started in that last class, and it's a little early, so I totally wasn't prepared, and I didn't realize, which is annoying, because that's a pair of panties ruined--
M: *ahem* Hey...
Me: ...
My brain: OH FUCK. WHAT DID I JUST SAY? WHAT DID HE JUST HEAR?
Me: OhmygodI'msoembarrassed! M, go AWAY!
Advisor: Why? Is he with you?
Me: Um, yes, we were meeting for something--
Advisor: Ohhh, is he your boyfriend?
Me: NO!
*turning to M* Please, just give me 2 minutes.
Of course then, after I got the tampon from Advisor, I had to WALK PAST M TO GET TO THE BATHROOM. He pretended not to notice anything.
I managed to give him theclub stuff and get through about 5 minutes of (awkward on my part) conversation. Oh dear god. It was excruciating. I can't believe he heard me talk about my bloody panties. Ew.
(Salix would like to note that it had definitively NOT been 15 mins when M came down...maybe 7 minutes MAX. So. Situation not entirely my fault.)
Oh god! *hugs*
ReplyDeleteLol if he's a good bloke and did overhear, he won't rip you off about it.
Maybe he wanted to get there early to see you?
Lol oh that's terrible. He was probably more embarrassed about it than you were. Guys get so amazingly uncomfortable when girls talk about their periods. It's kind of funny.
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