Spilled coffee on a guy sitting next to me on the subway this morning. He stared at me, blinking his horrified, loonie-sized eyes, unable to fucking believe me. He was so going for an interview, I just know it. And instead of comforting him with my womanly empathy while whipping out my Tide stick (which I don’t own, who are we kidding, since I am single) I literally bolted out of the subway car, nearly getting stuck in the closing doors.
I have a serious problem dealing with awkwardness/confronation, or any combination thereof.
This is why I’m single.
