June 23, 2007
And the thin smile, brittle, I've seen it so often, who the hell are you it says and the handshake goes a little limp. The eyes start to wander around the room looking for someone real to talk to or any other excuse to disengage if they're even remotely polite. Some just walk away. No see ya, no excuse me, just gone. This is being no one: the hippo at the ballet class. Fat kid, nerd kid but just a minute, they were hippos and nerd kids all their lives. My tag should read 'Newest nerd on the block'.