In my years of fighting my (sometimes extreme) introvert-ism (is that a word?) I have noticed something unfortunate. . . it is when I try hardest to impress someone or be liked that I am at my most annoying and obnoxious. I get nervous and say stupid things and the things that sounded witty and cute in my head come out sounding like complete rubbish. And I realize in horror, as the words spill out of my mouth, that the object of my fruitless attempts to please is looking at me with a look that says something akin to "Are those words really coming out of your mouth?" or "Are you really that stupid?" or "I REALLY don't like you" or something to that effect.
Sigh, readers. I'm afraid Ini has bombed yet again:(
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I think many of us feel that way sometimes. The good thing is that most people who are worth anything can tell if you're anxious or nervous in a given situation, and they don't hold that against you. Besides, with a smile like that, is it even possible to bomb out? :)
I totally relate. Maybe it is the fate of we who are good with words, to be bad with words when we are most in earnest!
Now, who were you trying to impress?
Oh, I can see it now: suave, sophisticated dinner party, cocktail dresses, tuxedos, Ini floating through the throng, martini in hand, approaching her target, opening her mouth ... and sticking her foot in it. Aww bless. But, as l.l. barkat pointed out, you forgot to mention the most important details...
Wow. . . such active imaginations! Sophistication and I have very little in common. It was just a colleague at work. . . nothing as exciting as you imagine. Sorry to disappoint!
I know how you feel, do not tell the wife but once at the supermarket till there was a very attractive girl so as I shuffled along in the que I practiced in my head the sexiest "Hi!" I could think of, or should I say "Hello" in a deep voice? I thought. When I got to the till my voice came out like a frog and I mixed up the words and ended up saying "Hilli!"
She looked at me like I was a piece of poo on her shoe!
That's why God created laughter.
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