and then you’d manage a ”...well its nice to meet you” and I’d be all like ‘you don’t have to be mean” and you’d be like ‘I…oh…I meant…ah” and I’d be like “I didn’t mean it that way Im sorry” then I’d punch myself and you’d feel even worse but way too awkward and weirded out to say anything to comfort me so I’d just be like “well now you can tell your friends you met the biggest idiot in the world” and I’d start to cry but I’d get gbumy too and I’d walk away before I farted too much but still you’d catch a faint whiff of my shame.