Know what's awkward? Going to one of those cafes where they call out your name with your order. The first time I went to one of those I was 15 years old (I actually have no idea how old I was, but that seems like a good age to admit to being super socially awkward), and when the dude asked me my name I totally momentarily thought he was hitting on me and got all stuttery. I mustered myself to tell him my name with the best romantic flair I could summon, and all he did was write it on a stickie along with the rest of my order, and then make eye contact with the hussy behind me to take her order.
I was totally crushed. I mean, we had a connection! Who moves on that quickly? Talk about rebound.
THEN I had to sit and wait for a perfect stranger to call out my name with my food. It felt all invasive and weird. My name is for friends, family, and writing on bathroom walls in hopes of a date - not for total strangers to call out in the middle of a crowded cafe while holding up my ridiculously anti-healthy food order. I mean, come on.
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