riding in an elevator alone with a guy
who we kind of both mutually blew our chances with each other.
It’s dead quiet, he looks like he’s going to fall over, we’ve still got two floors.
Me: “Well this is awkward.”
Him: -nod- “It is what you make it.”
You can’t agree it’s awkward and then try to be cool and non-awkward.
You don’t understand the complicated art of being awkward.
He’s almost as awkward as me.
That’s an accomplishment.