I have this really bad habit of saying really odd things at really bad times. For example:
A gorgeous Australian guy came into my place of work and ordered cheesecake. He said “they don’t have that back home,” which I responded with “they don’t have cheesecake?” Duh. Apparently, they have cheesecake in Australia but not The Cheesecake Factory. So I offer him a fork. He says “oh, I don’t need one.” What do I say?
“You know, in America, we use forks.”
He says, “oh, yes. I was going to take it back to my room.”
“That makes sense. Well, Welcome to America.”
Yes, I am an ass. Cuteness equals me saying stupid things that really don’t have any logic at all. And I wonder why I’m in the spot I’m in. Pretty sure 2012 is going to be a single year.