You know those moments when you’re talking to someone with several lengthy hairs growing out of a mole on his chin, and you can’t concentrate on anything else? And he clocks you looking, and you know he has but there’s nothing in the world but you and his chin? And then, when you try to be cool about it, the gravitational pull impels you to reach toward it – so you decide it’s better to just cut the conversation short? And then, as you make a hasty retreat, your traitorous lips utter, “Okay, see you later then, mole hairs – I mean – have a good chin. I mean – hair. In the mole. On your chin. I mean… See you.”?
Yeah, those moments.