So in the parentheses I mentioned that I get sweaty, gross, red and I lose all my natural charm. BLASPHEMY some might say. Well, gentle reader, it is true. Dripping and dragging my dilapidated personage back to the comfort of my dorm, I came upon a small group of people. In that small group of people was my friend Lorenzo. Now, some of you kind, kind readers have not seen me interact with Lorenzo. Let me think of a good example. Just for reference, I do consider him a very close friend. I'm trying to think of a good example. All I can think of is Cordelia and Xander from Buffy. And in this situation, it's more like we both have Willow and Oz's intelligence, but we just go at it like Cordelia and Xander during Season 2. Before the whole making out in closets thing. God I'm a geek.
Well, he said to me "I almost didn't recognize you." And being the witty, charming, lovely girl that I am I said, "Why? Because I'm sweaty and disgusting? And because my hair's up and you can see my legs?" Good show, Kathy. Fantastic really. He awkwardly laughed and said, "Um uh yeah." I think he did anyway. I didn't stop to listen, because I was too mortified and exhausted. Which made my blotchy red face only go redder. What a good day.