The last couple of days, it seems like I've ended up in perfectly normal situations...which made me feel inexplicably awkward:
1) Saturday night, I went with a couple of girls to a bar to watch my friend's band play and basically get hammered. The men's room at this bar, however, is about the size of a closet -- no exaggeration -- which meant there were times I was stuck standing next to some guy waiting to wash my hands, or even leave the stall (no room to pass by without contact). Being in the men's room is vaguely odd as it is...being forced to stand there waiting for something is just incredibly weird.
2) Yesterday, while at the mall, I remembered that I needed to buy some new underwear. Is there ANYTHING more awkward than buying underwear? To find the particular size/style/color that you're looking for, you have look at all the packages (no pun intended) with airbrushed photos of buffed-out guys in nut-snugglers...and then the guy behind the counter gives you a strange look like, "Oh, so THAT'S what you wear. Hmmm."
3) Since I'm on this business trip alone, I ended up eating dinner alone, and people ALWAYS treat you strangely when that happens. The waitress (cute, nice accent) kept looking at me like I must have no friends, or so few skills in the kitchen that I couldn't even muster a sandwich.
Do any of these situations bother you?
1) Saturday night, I went with a couple of girls to a bar to watch my friend's band play and basically get hammered. The men's room at this bar, however, is about the size of a closet -- no exaggeration -- which meant there were times I was stuck standing next to some guy waiting to wash my hands, or even leave the stall (no room to pass by without contact). Being in the men's room is vaguely odd as it is...being forced to stand there waiting for something is just incredibly weird.
2) Yesterday, while at the mall, I remembered that I needed to buy some new underwear. Is there ANYTHING more awkward than buying underwear? To find the particular size/style/color that you're looking for, you have look at all the packages (no pun intended) with airbrushed photos of buffed-out guys in nut-snugglers...and then the guy behind the counter gives you a strange look like, "Oh, so THAT'S what you wear. Hmmm."
3) Since I'm on this business trip alone, I ended up eating dinner alone, and people ALWAYS treat you strangely when that happens. The waitress (cute, nice accent) kept looking at me like I must have no friends, or so few skills in the kitchen that I couldn't even muster a sandwich.
Do any of these situations bother you?