Your Face

"Have fun with your face."

Really?

I could have said anything. Anything else.
Y'know. "Have a good day." "Good luck with your stuff."
Y'know. The classic lines.

But no. I had to say that ridiculous line like some sort of homage to our conversation. I mean, the joke had run its course. Here I was beating a dead horse but worse. I'm pretty sure I shot that horse, dragged it out back, and took a baseball bat to its children like I was dusting a carpet. At least, that's how I imagined it.

I complimented her glasses.

Oh hey, I like your glasses.
Thanks!
Yeah, they really bring out your... your...

I wanted to say intelligence, but I didn't want to insinuate that she looked dumb otherwise. No girl wants to hear that. Well, unless that's what they're going for.

So she said, "Face".

"Yes, yes. Your face. They really bring out your face."

Good job.

"I mean, your face is really what is being accented here. 'Hey, what's up? Love the face'"

Right, right. Lay on the funny.

"Your face just accents the rest of the package really. The icing on the cake."

Great. Done with the joke. Proceed to talking about class and the like. Schedule some sort of lunch date or something. Group lunch, of course. Then it's time to go our separate ways.

"Hey, have fun with your face!"

My palm hit my face so hard. Mentally of course. Gotta look smooth.

Well, as smooth as I could in this moment.