More awkward if you're twelve, a boy, watching with your parents, get a hard-on, or any combination thereof.
Generally awkward if you're in the presence of such an individual.
First, the music. You know its coming. You writhe in your seat, nervously glancing around, hoping someone else is going to break out in a giggle fit. No dice, which makes your nearly irrepressible desire to to twitter like a school girl that much more embarrassing, especially if you're not a school girl. Their faces inch closer, cheese-ball music crescendos as their lips touch, and you try very hard to hid your discomfort, either in your face or your pants, with that lone throw pillow that's just too small for the job.
Awkward.
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Keep this up - so funny. I was just telling my husband the other day about when "I'll Make Love to You" was popular (like it will ever go out), and how my mom used to sing along when it came on the car radio. So fucking awkward.
ReplyDeleteAlso, if you are planning to keep writing these, mind if I link you to my blog? That makes it easier for me to check. But, my followers might start stalking you. Except that you are my only follower. Problem solved. :o)
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