Well, the art of timing is really fucking me in the ass today.
Went to the gym. Saw the trainer. Had to have a couple minutes of awkward talk as he was in one of the down moods i.e. not lavishing me with hugs. Then he meandered off and as I was finishing, I saw him standing at the top of the stairs talking to some girl. I thought about tapping her on the shoulder and saying, “Don’t bother, he’s totally bi-polar.” I had to walk right by them to go downstairs to the street.
Bottom of the stairs. Bam. Right into the one that got away. So there were a few more minutes of awkward talk.
I stumbled over my words and stumbled out the door, shaking like a 7th grader.