Quotes About Awkward

What have you stuffed in your pants, MacKeltar?" she demanded. "Nothing that wasn't God-given," he replied stiffly. Gwen stared. "There's no way that's part of you. You must have gotten a sock or something stuck. Oh, my." She pried her gaze from his groin.

I'm gonna give one of 'em my virginity one day." She preened. I was momentarily dumbstruck. I couldn't begin to enumerate all the things that were appalling about that possibility. "We so have to talk," I finally managed.

of course the edges of the wound struggle to close up and the clock wants to be set going (how awkward to be pointing permanently to half past one) amputated limbs feel phantom pain

They had been in her room. They had gone through her stuff. And Evan had seen her tampons. This was definitely the worst morning of her life. Megan stood up, clamped her things to her chest, walked into her room, and dropped everything on her bed. Okay, get a grip , she told herself. It could have been worse. Somehow.

So, hey, you wanna meet me out in the shed later?" Finn asked, popping a pretzel into his mouth. "Oh, sure," Megan replied, flushing slightly. "What're you two doing in the shed together?" Evan asked, raising his eyebrows. Megan's flush deepened.

Well, that was embarrassing. There was nothing wrong with talking to the voices in my head--unless everyone else was listening in.

Ben sighed, his mouth crammed with biscuit. "You don't trust us at all, do you? You think we're going to whip out our knobs between courses and show you up.

Nolan has the strangest affect on people. You know, I think there's something very sad and little boy about him, but at the same time the way he goes about everything is so awkward and obnoxious. He can never say the right thing, you know? And I think if he just didn't try so hard and calmed down, people might actually like him a bit more!

As a warm-up, Lambiase sets up A.J. with his cousin. The cousin has blond hair with black roots, overly plucked eyebrows, a heart-shaped face, and a high-pitched voice like Michael Jackson. She wears a low-cut top and a push-up bra, which creates a small, sad shelf for her name necklace to rest. Her name is Maria. In the middle of mozzarella sticks, they run out of conversation.

The Late Bloomer by Leon Friedman. The book is familiar to A.J., but he's not sure why. He opens the galley and a business card falls out: amelia loman, knightley press. Yes, he remembers now. Of course, he has encountered Amelia Loman in the years since that awkward first meeting.

These guys totally agree that you're smokin' hot but think you're too young-" "That means 'flat-chested'. Excuse me. I have to go somewhere and die of embarrassment

I am, always have been, a fool who rushes in, a blurter-out of awkward truths, a speaker-up at parties who, the morning after, filled with guilt, vows that never again, no matter what, but who, faced at the very next encounter with someone whose opinions strike me as unfair, rushes in again, blurting out, breaking all vows.

I'm always putting my foot in my mouth. I met this woman recently, and I could have sworn she was pregnant. I think the rule is don't guess at that ever, ever, ever.

How in the world do you tellyour wife that her mother was born a unicon?

As a scientist Throckmorton knew that if he were ever to break wind in the echo chamber, he would never hear the end of it

I mean, nobody tells you sex is going to be so _noisy_, do they? ...

Hiroyuki Agawa describes a meeting in which an army officer seated next to the admiral rose to his feet "and began to harangue those assembled at interminable length." Yamamoto stealthily edged the man's chair back several feet. When he had finished speaking and tried to sit down, the officer missed the chair and fell sprawling on the floor. The admiral kept a straight face, looked straight ahead, and continued the meeting as if nothing had happened

I picked up the phone and dialed Andrea's extension. "Yes?" "He glued the chair to my ass." Silence.

Desandra shrugged her shoulders. Hey, Kate? Have you thought of walking up to Hugh and telling him that he's got the biggest dick ever? She spread her arms to the size of a baseball bat. No, you think it would work? I asked. It's worth a try. May be he'll be so happy you noticed his pork sword, he'll forget all about trying to kill us. Pork sword. Kill me now. I'll think about it. Ascanio began patting his clothes. What? Derek growled. Looking for something to take notes with.

I turned and bumped my head against his chest a few times. It was the nearest hard surface.

Were you watching me sleep? Because I thought we agreed that's creepy.

Do you have a girlfriend?" Grandma Frida asked. I put my hand over my face. "No," Mad Rogan said. "A boyfriend?" Grandma Frida asked. "No." "What about . . ." "No," Mom and I said in unison. "But you don't even know what I wanted to ask!" "No," we said again together. "Party poopers." Grandma shrugged.

You've been here before? Derek asked, his gaze firmly fixed on Rowena's ass shifting under the shimmering green silk a few steps above us. Wiggles, I told him. He blinked, then realized I wasn't referring to Rowena's backside.

Had he expected me to hump her leg?