I am Super Smooth.

We all know my reputation as the mankiller around these parts.
They just can't keep away from my extreme inability to be normal in social situations.
SO, the other day, I had finished with my last class. It was late. I was tired.
I was taking the fifteen minute walk back to my car,
when the time came to cross a crosswalk.
Not a big deal, I guess, crosswalks are usually one of the places where I'm slightly less socially awkward than normal..
EXCEPT THIS TIME.
Of course, a cute guy had to stop and wait for me to pass.
Of course, as he did this, I turned and smiled, trying to look cute and thankful and all that.
Of course, at this time, I drop my phone. On the ground. Right in front of him and his big-a truck.
Super  cool, me, super cool.
The phone parts go their separate ways, the battery divorcing the phone, the cover deciding that he couldn't deal with either of them anymore.
(Yes, the parts of my phone are polyamorous. Deal.)
Yes, and I am forced to bend over and grab all of the parts of my phone that had fallen right down on the very ground.
And then my hand stopped working.
And suddenly, it was a death match.
Me against the back of my phone.
I lost. A lot.
It was like 40 minutes of me feeling up the phone cover but not actually being able to grab it.
Awesome.
So finally, blushingly, I get myself together and scoot on out of there.
More like scamper.
I was pretty embarrassed.
And THEN I realized that I was wearing my frumpy pants that day.
And my underwears probably showed at some point.
I am the sexiest gal alive.
Bask in the aura.