|OMG I sucked so hard|
I wish I had an excuse like I was drunk or my cat just died so my head wasn't in the right place to crack a few lighthearted, friendly jokes, but that'd be a lie. I was of sound body and mind when we talked five minutes ago; I just really sucked at flirting and I have no explanation for it.
I hereby apologize for the following things:
- Making that bizarre joke that Peeps should be cooked with chicken. I don't know what I was thinking. Trust me when I say that the joke was funnier in my head. It was a clunker. No argument there.
- Making him feel bad for not remembering my name. I was trying to pretend like I was angry at him for not remembering, but when the words, "What the hell? Am I that unmemorable?" came out, it sounded waaaay harsher than I meant it to. The funny thing is that I don't care that he didn't remember my name and I have no clue why I tried to make him feel bad about that. Whoops!
- I also apologize for making that strange Mr. Belvedere joke which he didn't get either so roughly one-third of our conversation was me trying to explain the premise of an '80s sitcom to him. As my mouth kept moving, I knew that I was talking straight-up jibberish. I could also tell he wasn't engaged because he kept looking around the room for someone else to talk to. Message received, buddy.