I have a problem. It’s called Compliment Vomit. When I think something nice about someone it just busts right out of my mouth before I even realize. I just spew my adoration onto unsuspecting passersby. “I love that sweater!”, “Amazing bag, love the sparkles!”, “Great Hair!”
I know what you’re thinking: doesn’t sound like much of a problem, Jen. But that’s because you haven’t asked the tall, thin, redhead cashier at Costco if she’s considered modeling and she gets all uncomfortable and looks at you like you should stop hitting on her.