I make people uncomfortable
With my exuberance and/or creepy list-making.
In my desperation to have any kind of human contact in Portland, I emailed the writer of one of the Portland blogs I’ve been reading a lot of. I spent a long time composing my email, artfully combining serious inquiry with hilarious joke-making. At one point this happened, and I thought “Yea, totally awesome.”
Sent.
When I didn’t hear a response right away, I re-read the email. Where could I have possibly gone wrong? Did I sound stupid? Was it the list I made of things we have in common? Did I make a lot of grammar mistakes? Wait. It was probably the list I made of things we have in common. Where I said “I noticed you fell down your stairs.” ……………………………..
It all worked out in the end, since she eventually did write back and we now email back and forth on occasion, but sometimes I really wonder what is wrong with me and how I survive in the world. Let me tell you, I was this close to making a “masturbator” joke after I typed “master baker”. This. Close.

