On the suggestion of that same partner at Matt’s office, I’ve enrolled in an improv class, which pretty much makes me want to crawl into a hole. You know what’s more awkward than meeting new people? Mock-raking leaves, feistily, while speaking only in gibberish. But Mr. Partner swears it will present me with a class full of new friend prospects and train me to think on my feet when would-be pals cross my path.
