Somehow, though, when other people get all nervous during public presentations, it comes off as endearing. Par exemple, the young gentleman who spoke right after me during our presentation (and who sits right next to me in class) was just as awkward and jittery as I was; yet as he spoke about cinema in the 1930s, I heard a chatty, blonde girl in the second row whisper to her friend, "He's so cute!" And then she proceeded to give him a look like this:
|I am almost entirely serious.|
I wanted to tell him, but I didn't think we were good enough friends for me to tip him off about old Bedroom Eyes in the second row.
Moral of the story: Sometimes being awkward gets you chicks. Other times it gets you a stronger deodorant.
*I hate them a lot.**
**And by a lot, I mean SO MUCH I WANT TO DIE.