Live and learn

Well, it happened again. Last night I went out dancing and enjoyed myself immensely, but when I ran into... what is it that I call him? Mr. Cute-Guy-Who-Makes-Me-Lose-My-Train-of-Thought? Yes, him. At first all was well and we had a nice chat (and he's a heck of a dancer, I might add), but before long, I couldn't get the words out. I think it's when I'm trying to be cool. Lesson 1: Don't try too hard.
Still, I felt it all went quite well, especially considering I'd maimed myself earlier in the evening. In preparation for the big dance, I thought I'd give myself the extra edge with beautiful, clean pores. Lesson 2: Don't use a Biore Pore Perfect Strip right before you are going to see someone who makes you as nervous as this boy does me. I pulled off the little strip, and noticed a red mark on the bridge of my nose. And it totally was this bruise or broken blood vessel, or something. Needless to say, I'm pretty sure several people wanted to say, "You've got a smudge of eyeline on your nose... just there." Fortunately, they didn't. And here's hoping no one really noticed too much, but things like that make you look a little grotesque, don't they? Lesson 3: Pride goeth before the fall.