Quotes About Awkwardness

It is easier to floss with barbed wire than admit you like someone in middle school.

I'm one of those people who never knows what to say, so I say nothing. Then people think I am a snob. Or if I do say something, half the time I blurt out the wrong thing and embarrass myself.

Dontopedalogy is the science of opening your mouth and putting your foot in it, which I've practised for many years.

It was as unsatisfying as a handjob from someone wearing an oven mitt.

…and you smile back and try not to think about the fact that you have nothing, absolutely nothing, to say to each other.

For some reason, I kept trying to see how much pubic hair he had. It was all matted and kind of orange, like something you use to scrub soap scum. When he caught me looking, he told me that the landlord on the show – Mr. Furley or whatever his name was – didn't try hard enough. "That guy doesn't try hard enough, Steve," he said. I felt weirdly ashamed when he said that. So much so that I went into his room and urinated on his bed.

Sherrie would be there, and the last time I'd seen her at a social event she burst into tears when she saw me and ran out of the room. You're upset, I'd yelled after her, meanly.

For most of our lives, sex seems fated to remain steeped in longing and awkwardness. Whatever the manuals may promise, there are really no solutions to the majority of the dilemmas sex creates for us.

Etiquette may be bad, but embarassment is worse.

He said 'That! Put that in your purse! I don't like that!' when I took off my brassiere. It remained there, though, curled up on his wooden floor, curled awkwardly for a piece of clothing, not awkwardly if it had been something else perhaps, a creature. "Idea

I asked this one girl out, and she said, "You got a friend?" I said yes; she said, "Then go out with him."

I wanted to do a movie about being really good at something, yet being socially awkward and not as advanced in your personal life as you are in your creative life.

My parents are older, and they lead a somewhat sheltered life. It was difficult to talk with them about things that were embarrassing to me, and that I had never spoken to them about

The girl who dropped everything is Violet Markey, the same Violet Markey from the bell tower. She turns beet red and I can tell she wants to die. Not in a jumping-from-a-great-height kind of way, but more along the lines of Please, earth, swallow me whole.

The thought of Peter and John Ambrose McClaren in the same space together again is discomforting. Where would I even look?

As I walked away, I heard the girl ask, "Is she your girlfriend?" I whirled around, and we both said "No!" at the same time.

He grinned at her which made me want to choke on my asparagus.

At dinner Trina and Margot are cordial to each other, as if nothing happened. Which, in some ways, is worse than a fight. At least when you're in a fight, you're in it with someone.

and awful. He never had anything to say to me, and I never knew what to say to him. Finally

Even though we never dated, seeing John again is what I imagine seeing an old boyfriend feels like. A wishful sort of feeling. Familiar, but just a little bit awkward, because there's so much left unsaid between us.

of the corner of my eye, I see the boys watching us. Elaine and I pretend not to notice, and I know that she's just as aware of the boys as I am. We're doing pretty well until the boys start to snicker, and even then we keep our cool. But then I hear the boys guffawing, and that is pretty hard to ignore.

Do you remember that time we played spin the bottle in my basement?" I nod. "I was nervous to kiss you, because I'd never kissed a girl before," he says, and picks up the glass of sweet tea again. He takes a swig, but there's no tea left, just ice. His eyes meet mine, and he grins. "All the guys gave me such a hard time afterward for whiffing it." "You didn't whiff it," I say.

The worst gift that I ever gave a girl was a suitcase for Christmas. As in, 'I can't think of anything to give you, but here's a new suitcase.' Afterward, I was like, 'What were you thinking, idiot?'

Jesus Christ. It is way too early to talk about dick sizes and which way they curve.". . ."But for the record, he's massive and as straight as you pretended to be in high school.