University!!

As I have recently started university, I have realized a great deal of information; there are too many awkward situations that confuse me. I think that the primary reason that these situations have spiked in frequency is because of the opposite sex; girls. In high school, I was isolated from women, probably to help me in my studies (which works in ways I'm still realizing) When they are around, suddenly you become obsessed with how, who and what you are.
Hair: CHECK!
Clothes: CHECK!
Genuine Smile: CHECK!
Shoes: CHECK!
Smell: CHECK!
Money: CHEQUE!
But then, like an eagle giving birth to a t-rex, awkward situations develop. The following illustrates one of many (many comics, not situations) to come.

It all starts when you sit down on the bus, next to a attractive looking girl.

I smile as she looks out the window, trying to gather enough courage to say hello....

..and then another guy hovers nearby...hopefully he won't...but then he...

sits down. Don't get me wrong, there is no problem with another person sitting down besides me. It just makes things a little more interesting....

And then it hits me. A powerful odor, secreting out of this guy.
His clothes, and probably his skin are washed with B.O. Probably forgot his deodorant, but c'mon, don't forget the body spray too! And then I realize what's going to happen...

The definition of diffusion becomes all too clear all too fast.
"Diffusion describes the spread of particles through random motion from regions of higher concentration to regions of lower concentration"

Waiting for the inevitable.

At last the most undesirable situation becomes reality. As the smell passes over her, I can see her exhale (okay, I wasn't watching that close) and waited for the horrifying inhale, the one that would bring doom to any chance I have with this girl.

If you get this reference, you get ten passes to go through the tunnel of awesome.

Like hearing the buzz of bee at a rock concert, almost in-audible but most certainly there, she detects the foreign and most putrid smell....and then looks at the closest suspect...

Sad face.

....me.

Sometimes I honestly don't know what's more depressing, the fact the girl thinks I'm the one who stinks, or that I have broken down into a pond of depression, anxiety and awkwardness.

Life Lesson: Everything is different when girls are around, and diffusion sucks.