PPssht, I’m a real idiot regarding social situations. Not that cute, shy little idiotic behavior everyone adores, but the one, people generally avoid because they regard it as a mental dysfunction. Few days ago (forgot to complain about it) I was carefully making my way home, happy that I’ve actually gone out today and that I’m actually going to make a descent meal, that didn’t came out of a can, for boyfriend. So as I got up to the elevator a guy flung in, seemingly tired as hell, cause of working all day and in a very bad mood.
I usually never greet or say goodbye to my neighbors (except a few), we’re not a neighbory community, although most of the time I’m as polite as a luxurious, porcelain tea set (the kinds with flowers on them).
So we traveled a while, with that well known awkward silence when people don’t know each other and are trapped in a small place. Assumingly, I was so happy and devoured by my own brilliance, I never saw that we’ve reached my destination. I thought we were still at least two floors beneath. So the guy goes out and holds the door, cause it’s the fucking last floor and I have to go off, but I don’t. I just give him the most teethy smiile and scream “goooooodbyyyyeeeeeeeee, have a nice daaaaaaaaaaaay”. Assuming that I’m retarted the guy naturally slammed the door. And here comes the best part, I kept sitting there thinking the elevator will go up, but it didn’t. After a few moment of wondering what went wrong, I realized the horrible, horrible truth! I’ M SUCH AN IDIOT. And the worst part was, I didn’t know if that poor man had gone home, so I sat there, for what seemed like an eternity, waiting for him to go away. As I listned to his footsteps slowly drifting away, I carefully opened the door, looked left, looked right, and run like a cheetah to a safe place where no man can judge me!
It’s been a long time since I experienced an embarrassing situation, but that one was a refreshment!
You probably remember this leather bolero I got, here it is with an airily dress from Bershka. And I have no idea how my black socks don’t have white cat hairs on them, life’s a mystery!
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