Making “The Move”

Every time that perfect opportunity arises- the precise moment that has been meticulously planned out in my head detail by detail, dissected to the bone, organized and reorganized until there is nothing left to consider- something manages to just severely fuck it up entirely without any warning.  I have never had the same scenario either, so its not like I can learn from these “mistakes”.  Its always something I manage to completely overlook.  A death, a car accident, an unknown significant other, and a cross country move are just my past four examples. How do these things keep happening exactly when I DO NOT need them to?  This is the first time its been the weather.

Fuck North Carolina weather.

But then I ask myself: does it need to be that perfect moment? What if its hastily and unprofessionally tossed out onto the table.  Is that too awkward?  Does that display a lack of wit and cleverness?  Is it to uncoordinated and clumsy?  Is it “creepy”?

Or does it display confidence and spontaneity?  Can I come off as slick and charming?  Can you catch someone THAT off guard and still make them comfortable enough to go with it?