That Was Awkward

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.

‘Pool?’

‘Yeah.’ And I walked out. I should have taken the stairs.

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