Quotes About Awkward

Human interaction is awkward and weird, even if it happens without a microphone or camera.

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.

They went to lunch. Roseman tried to play footsie with her under the table. She was wearing boots, and couldn't feel much of anything. So, insulated, she decided not to make any fuss.

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?

Listen, Joe, is your offer to oh and ah over my presents still good?" "Sure." "Then give me a minute to close up and we'll go upstairs." Go upstairs? Joe wasn't sure what to say. And when Joe wasn't sure what to say, he said nothing at all.

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.

I now had the pleasure of her company 24/7. Joy. Kit broke the awkward silence. "This looks delicious, honey. You've done it again." Grinning, he raised his fork in a mock salute. My dad, the dork. I suppressed a sigh. If this silly, white-gloved dingbat made my father happy—and I knew she did—it was my solemn duty as his progeny to suffer it.

During the scene of the Yule Ball, the ground was very slippery and I was wearing high heels and I slipped but good thing I grabbed onto Robert so I didn't fall and good thing the cameras weren't where we were yet. Oh, that was so embarrassing!

Are you unwell? You aren't going to vomit on me, are you?" "That wasn't on my list of planned activities for the afternoon, no, but if you really insist, I suppose I could try for a hairball or something.

It could have been quite worse," he agreed magnanimously. "And those two guys who felt up your butt while the maintenance dude was working on that hinge were kicked out because they violated the 'must have fondler's consent' rule, or so that pink-haired woman who spoke English said, so at least they won't do that to the next guy trapped in the stocks." "I will sleep easier knowing that.

Do they expect us to have sex right here on the kitchen table?" Gunner, who was chewing a piece of toast, paused, considered the idea, and then shook his head. "Too messy. We'd get sugar everywhere. Plus, Cressy might walk in, and then I'd have to get her a second horse.

I have to say that you're the last person I'd have expected would have a seventeen-year-old daughter. You're so..." Alice stopped, suddenly looking guilty. "Dashing?" Gunner supplied. "Debonair?" "A bit of a dawg, actually.

The real cocktail party conversation would probably go something like this: "Actually, I have a degree in geography." "Geography? Wow, I'm terrible with maps. I bet YOU know all your state capitals, though!" (Geographer's smile freezes, left eye starts to twitch uncontrollably.)

As much as I think about sex, I can only with extreme difficulty conceive of myself actually performing the act. And here's another thing I wonder about. How could you ever look a girl in the eye after you've had your winkie up her wendell? I mean, doesn't that render normal social conversation impossible? Apparently not.

the shadow is merely somewhat inferior, primitive, unadapted, and awkward; not wholly bad. It even contains . . .qualities which would in a way vitalize and embellish human existence, but convention forbids!

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.

When I joined Custer I donned the uniform of a soldier. It was a bit awkward at first but I soon got to be perfectly at home in men's clothes.

But the shadow is merely somewhat inferior, primitive, unadapted, and awkward; not wholly bad. It even contains childish or primitive qualities which would in a way vitalize and embellish human existence, but convention forbids!

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.

I think I'm a little wigged out that I've been more intimate with your dad than I have with you.

What I did mind was being hit by a cab, then landing on the lap of a naked man. With an erection, Anya. He had an erection.

Ava said her hand accidentally slipped and made contact with her guy's nose. I said Repeatedly? And she said, 'Uh, yeah. I'm really clumsy.

His pupils dilated, and he swallowed. "I came to, uh, talk." "My breasts are flattered," she forced herself to say, "though I doubt they can answer any of your earlier questions.

He had a bleeding cut on his leg and he smelled like shit. Her nose wrinkled. "Step in something?" she asked innocently. "That I did not mind." He took a menacing step toward her. "What I did mind was being hit by a cab, then landing on the lap of a naked man. With an erection, Anya. He had an erection.