I don't know about you...but nothing makes me more nervous than sitting in a living room with one or a couple people, and the conversation goes dead because nobody can think of, fast enough, what to talk about. I feel like sweating. I feel like leaving. I can't stand it.
To help solve that problem, I have actually written notes on my hand, or on a note pad in my pocket! Corny? Any of you resort to such means? Any stories to tell?
To help solve that problem, I have actually written notes on my hand, or on a note pad in my pocket! Corny? Any of you resort to such means? Any stories to tell?