I’m a bit of an awkward person.
Last week I was staying in a nice hotel on South Beach, in Miami. One night I ventured to the pool. I swam, talked with a towel boy, tried not to watch a couple make out, and pondered whether or not I should really become a wedding makeup artist Manchester.
My hair still dripping a bit, I left the pool and made my way to the elevator. Of course I ended up riding alone with a really hot guy – I’m talking Edward Cullen hot – who was staying in the penthouse. You know that awkward silence when you’re in an elevator with a stranger? Yeah, I wasn’t having that. I broke the silence as proof of my awkwardness escaped through my lips.
“Crap, I’m dripping.” He looked at me strangely and responded.
“Yeah.” And I walked out. I should have taken the stairs.