Fits of giggles
September 28, 2011 Leave a comment
Daniel O’Brien gets me. I might not be a man (wait, might not?) but even without sexual tension (those don’t so much apply to me): I don’t feel comfortable letting strangers touch me, I think bathroom chit-chat is weird, and I am totally afraid of other people’s children, I don’t know how to make small talk, and I am totally a member of the Awkward Clan.
Plus I read stuff like this at work, and it makes me giggle, which I have to stifle and the stifled-giggling sounds are awkward too.