Daily dose of embarrassment:

You know those moments, where you’re walking down the street, with your head phones bumpin’ and suddenly a song comes on that gives you this unbelievable facade of confidence? Like you suddenly tranform from being a clumsy 5’9” Ginger whose hair is all sorts of crazy, and whose eyes won’t stop watering from the frigged wind - into Foxy Cleopatra; the perfectly composed, leggy black sex kitten with an affection for small guns and danger. Who with a single glance could either kill a man or bring him to his knees.

…so naturally one of those moments occurred on my way to work today as soon as  Wyclef Jean busted out “Stayin Alive”. I had the stride of a Siberian Tiger, and the smug mug to match,  As I approached the intersection, my eyes lock with this smokin hot man on the other side of the street, and all I can think is “Oh yeah, he’s lookin at me, lookin at him, lookin back at me, lookin fine..” and BAM!

I step off the curb, trip violently over my ragged Doc Martens, and fly straight into the street almost colliding head on with a biker, who fully had the right away. I casually attempt to shake it off and look up just in time to catch Mr. plaid scarf jacket man smirk, shake his head, turn the corner, and walk away…

COME ON! Really universe? You couldn’t have just done me a solid and let that one slide?