Completely spastic
Mood:  d'oh
Now Playing: A Wink and a Smile -- Harry Connick, Jr.
My life mimics karaoke. Maybe that's why I love finding myself in those little clubs from time to time. In private, I can sing pretty well. In public, I'm a nervous wreck and sound like someone who's obviously never even heard the song...and might have a bad head cold. When I'm single but not trolling, I can flirt with the best of them. The minute I realize the guy might actually be interested, I'm socially retarded. I can't imagine why he's found me interesting, and I stutter and fumble on the easiest of words. And I talk fast. For a very long time. By the time I'm done talking, I'm sure he's sorry he ever spoke with me. Usually anyway. Every now and then (and by that, I mean once every couple of years), he'll kiss me, probably just to shut me up. It takes him months, even years sometimes, to realize his folly.