All posts tagged: Awkward

One of the Weirder Moments of Eye Contact I’ve Had Recently…

Eye contact can be challenging for me sometimes. I know it’s important, I know it makes people feel heard and connected, but damn it be awks sometimes. It’s incredibly intimate and makes you feel seen. It reminds you that, hey, you are right there. That’s you. A good friend of mine got married this past summer and after the ceremony she pointed something out to me I hadn’t realized before. “You have to maintain eye contact for a long time. Like, way too long,” she said, a fellow introvert who probably is as much of a fan of eye contact as I am. I’d never thought of this. Over the past few years I’ve been to a lot of weddings. A lot. If weddings were Cheetos and I was pouring myself a bowl for the past two years that bowl would be full. You know what I mean? Cheeto metaphor? Jared and I have attended so many weddings we foolishly thought planning a wedding would be easy. We thought it would be as breezy as a sailboat on a …

How to Be Someone’s Date to a Wedding For the First Time

I’m living proof, standing here today, to tell you it’s okay. If you get explosive diarrhea while trying to date someone and trying to be a classy date to a wedding, it is okay.

If you find yourself invited to a wedding and are going to know no one there and are nervous and hate the idea of small-talk, here are my tips for survival.

Crying easily because anxious about dating or a crush

Insta-Crying While Making Out

I’ve gotten better over the years, but I’m still a crier. I cry easily. If I’m feeling any emotion strongly, I cry. If I’m really tired, really hungry, really happy, sad, angry, frustrated, confused, nervous…my body copes by producing tears. Sometimes uncontrollably. A sentimental commercial, a good song, a corny TV show, I often find myself tearing up and trying to hide it from people around me. The first man I ever made out with I only made out with twice. The first night I kept my shit together. But by the second night I broke down. It was too much, too fast, too overwhelming. And he was only visiting for the weekend so I was distraught over what would happen when he left. Needless to say, my sob-fest (while in bed with him, mind you) did nothing for our future. He ended things shortly after that. At the time, I blamed myself. I was furious at myself for not being better at controlling my emotions. I was embarrassed and ashamed. I was mad I …