So, went to Bertucci’s with Stacey. Our waitress was so obviously new that I felt bad for her. She spilt a drink while she was setting a tray down, dropped a bunch of plates and broke one, forgot to bring me my drink refill, forgot our silverware… she was very nice, though. The people next to us had one of those portable table tray things with a pizza on it, and at one point it tipped over. I automatically reached out my had to stop it, even though I could never have reached it, and knocked Stacey’s soda all over her. I’m such a klutz. We ended up sitting there talking for a long time after we were done eating. We talked about boys, and the fact that we don’t have them, and the guy that she likes, and the guy that likes her, and the semi, among other things. Good times. But now I feel sick, because I ate far too much pizza. I must stop eating so much, in order to fit into my dress. But then again, I suppose I couldn’t eat enough in two days to make me big enough to not fit into it.

One of the resons that I like talking to Stacey is that there are no awkward silences. I hate those, almost more than anything. I suck at making conversation. I cannot do it. That’s one of the reasons I don’t like calling people on the phone. I’m so afraid of that awkward silence that you get sometimes. I love talking to people, but I can’t start a conversation. If you give me a topic, I can probably babble on about it for a while, but I can’t come up with that topic myself. That’s one of the reasons that one-on-one interaction with most people makes me so uncomfortable. For some reason it just feels much safer with three or more people. There are more people to share the burden of making conversation. It’s unfortunate that I’m like this, because I love talking to people. I just love it when they’re driving the conversation. If I date a guy, he needs to be a good conversationalist, and ask me questions and things. Otherwise there would just be a lot of silence, or my eternally lame attempts at making conversation, and I wouldn’t like it.