Quotes About Awkwardness

Like, from my middle school dance... the boys were on one side, and the girls were on the other side, and we never interacted with each other.

Nothing could be as hard as middle school.

If you had known me in middle school, I was definitely not what someone would think of as Brad Pitt. That was not me. I was kind of a dork.

I was scared to say I was in my 40s because at that point, it sounded really old, and to out myself as a middle-aged human - I felt very awkward about it.

I have mild social anxiety to an extent where, when I'm talking to a new person, literally the only thing I can think in the back of my head is: 'What do I say when they're done talking?'

One Washington axiom, proved more times than the Pythagorean theorem, states that in the presence of oxygen, one loud fart with an obvious culprit will cover many small emissions in the same room, provided they are nearly simultaneous.

Tory was starting to feel a little foolish standing here with her hands in the air. It was like the whole bar had assembled to watch her nails dry. Why didn't someone say something?

Most of the time I go around feeling like an old man on roller skates.

She gave me a conspiratorial wink. "He's cute. " Gross. Whitney discussing my friends was straight-up creepy. Though he is cute. No denying that. "I dunno. Maybe." "Would you like me to speak to his mother?" Whitney leaned close. "If you're uncomfortable inviting a boy, we could arrange for him to ask you." I wanted to punch her face. He already offered, you dolt. Everything's not as simple as you are.

We spoke some, moving our mouths, forming words, saying nothing. Mostly we sat. It wasn't the comfortable silence of old friends accustomed to each other, but a dialogue of uneasiness.

And you can just stop that right now, too." "Stop what?" "That," Io pointed at his crotch, "You're getting all bulgy, and I resent your penis's implication that I'm doing something to arouse you. Unless you're some sort of weirdo who gets off by women saying the word 'penis' which is frankly kinda sad.

Hell," he said, looking down his body. "I shouldn't have thought about that just yet. Now Alice is going to come out of the bathroom and see you standing there being demanding. That's not very gentlemanly...." This just made him even harder. With a sigh, he snatched up her pirate hat and slapped it over his crotch. "There. Now we can at least present the semblance of a man who doesn't have a single track mind.

Hmph." I pushed the button a couple more times, trying to hurry the elevator along. "Oh, yeah, that's going to do some good. Everyone knows an elevator doesn't shift into second until you really lean on the call button." I pressed it another fifteen times, giving Jim a triumphant smile when the green light lit above the door. "Ha! See? It does too work—oh, sorry. Didn't mean to step on your foot.

Thank God genuine video phones hadn't been invented. I hadn't even grabbed a towel. Ford Prefect would despair of me.

Her dad said, "Why didn't you wake me up and tell me?" Gracie looked over, her eyes dead. "I wasn't sure whose tent you were in." "Meow," Danielle whispered. Her dad turned red and looked quickly away. Gracie felt both good and ashamed at the same time. She expected a glare from Rachel, but the woman eyed her stoically. As if assessing her for later.

was death with women in high school," he said. "Absolutely the strike-out king. I was a little too geeky, a little too gangly, and much too manic.

But seventeen is an inconvenient time to fall in love.

If I had bodily functions, I think I would have peed my pants.

Thinking about her again caused his body to harden, to ready... "Uh, I'm happy to sit close to you and everything, but I had no idea you would like it so much," Paris muttered. For the first time in hundreds of years, Maddox felt a blush creep into his cheek, "It's not for you." "Thank the gods," was his friends reply. -Maddox and Paris

What do you think is the problem? You're a cute kid-­Ã¢â'¬Âuh, guy. Man. You're a cute man.

He wouldn't stand a chance. Not just because of her (magnificent) breasts and hotness—hey, no reason to act as if she didn't know—but because he had no experience. She had been his first kiss; she knew it beyond any doubt. He'd been stiff at first, unsure. Hesitant. At no point had he known what to do with his hands. That

The awkwardness of getting reward in a well-off society is that the creation of appetite often requires undoing the work of satisfying appetite.

But then you met Dad in the drugstore." She laughed—not a happy laugh, exactly, but one you might use in talking about an embarrassing incident from your past.

This was another thing they failed to teach you at school: what to say, what to do when you were standing side by side with a beautiful girl.