Tracy Spiridakos Quotes

Certainly on a date, I've been over-focused on, 'Is this person comfortable or not?' and then deciding for them that they are not comfortable and I will help them, which is death for a first date.

Growing up, I had a ton of friends, and I had a great life, but people still made fun of me sometimes.

I can be shy when I talk to women. I'm a shy dude.

I'm not good at chatting right away. Women have to be very patient with me, I suppose.

I wasn't the class nerd, but I was weird. I could tell long stories and be funny, but I couldn't do sports. And I was always terrified of being held back.

You need to talk about sex with a sense of humor, especially because sex is a sensitive area for a lot of people.

I was voted 'most shy' in seventh grade! Can you even believe it?

Why can't I say anything normal?

I am a diffident man. I find it hard to carry on a conversation.

I told them he'd be able to get you to go out." Rianne folded her winnings and tucked the bills into her blazer pocket. "Look at him." "He's right here, Ri," Carla murmured, shooting Keenan an apologetic look. "We've tried to teach her manners, but..." She shrugged. "It's like housebreaking a dog. If we'd had her when she was a puppy, maybe." Rianne smacked her on the arm, but she was grinning. "Woof, woof.

Check it out, forgot to say hello to my neighbors. Check it out, sometimes I question my own behavior.

I still find it tough to be around girls because I always say the wrong thing. If a friend asks me if I look fat in something, I'll be honest and say 'Yeah' when she does.

Boo: "Go talk to her." Callum: "About what?" Boo: "Anything." Callum: "You want me to walk up to her and say, 'Are you a ghost?'" Boo: "I do that." Callum: "I love it when you get it wrong.

Sam laughed, a funny, self-deprecating laugh. "You did read a lot. And spent too much time just inside the kitchen window, where I couldn't see you very well." "And not enough time mostly naked in front of my bedroom window?" I teased. Sam turned bright red. "That," he said, "is so not the point of this conversation.

Likewise, I would never be so rude as to not interrupt a friend. How else would she know I was listening?

I'm so terrible. When it comes to talking to women, I'm the worst. I don't know what to say. I come over very, very geeky.

Who discreetly whispers you forgot to zip up your pants? You babe, you're my bestest friend.

I glance at Tris. She grins at me, then leans in to whisper something to Christina. "Are you here to help or what, Stiff?" I say.

It is one of my faults, that though my tongue is sometimes prompt enough at an answer, there are times when it sadly fails me in framing an excuse; and always the lapse occurs at some crisis, when a facile word or plausible pretext is specially wanted to get me out of painful embarrassment.

I don't like thank you cards because I don't know what else to say. What do I put on the inside? See Front.

Are my words ever actually audible, or do they just echo in my head while people stare at me, waiting?

Tori walked toward the bed. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her give Derek a once-over. "You know, from this angle, he doesn't look too bad," she said. I glared at her. "I'm just saying . . ." I leaned over Derek, calling him as loudly as I dared. "Personally, I'm more a running back girl myself," Tori said. "But if you like the linebacker type, he's--" My glower shut her up

Shy and unready men are great betrayers of secrets, for there are few wants more urgent for the moment than the want of something to say.

In real life, I try to be honest but not overshare. There are people that turn every conversation into a therapy session and you want to start charging them.

Can I ask you a question?" "You already have." He paused, considering. "Can I ask you two questions, then?" "You already have.