Uncomfortable

There is an altar ego of mine who I tenderly refer to as "awkward Jess". She likes to show up at the most inopportune times...really. Like say, when I'm grocery shopping and some guy catches me dancing to the music at the produce aisle. Or perhaps when someone walks up behind me and I get really irrationally scared. Not good...
Well, she decided to show her awkward face on Sunday, at a very awkward time. This Thai friend of mine came to church for the first time, which was nice, and I introduced him to a bunch of people and he really enjoyed himself. I'm still me at this point. Just to set the stage a little more, there was also a really cute guy who was there for the first time, and that always opens the door for "awkward Jess" to come on in. So, after the service was over I was wandering around with my Thai friend and he insisted that I come to his car because his mom had sent some delicious food along with him to give to me (God bless the Thai people and their love for food!). I complied and he proceeded to hand me giant bags of food...and then my eye spotted it, resting on the floor of the car...flowers! Crap! I didn't know what to do. I didn't even know if they were for me. But I started sweating, and then she came. It did turn out that he had brought the flowers for me, but I wasn't there to receive them...no...the shifty eyed, uncomfortable laugher had made her presence known and was going to make the situation worse than it already was. She took the flowers, tittered nervously, sweat some more and then walked away. But she didn't leave...she stuck around for a bit to ruin my life and give me something to write about.
"Awkward Jess" went back inside the church, at which point she ran into "cute guy". He remembered my name, but again, I wasn't there, and that only encouraged her to be even more awkward. While attempting at normal, or semi-normal conversation, someone walked up and noticed, not only that I was wearing a skirt, but that I had been given flowers. My awkward friend responded in sweats and giggles, and I receded into the darkness while grappling for any kind of control in this situation. This all being in front of "cute guy". Why in front of "cute guy"?! Why not in front of my mom?
Basically, everything ended on an uncomfortable note, which is very characteristic of me...I possibly dehydrated myself from all the sweating (I blame her), and I've discovered why I'm still single. It seems as if I'll be living in the convent with my dear Patty and Selma for quite some time...