How could guys fail the deer in the headlights test? I never understood this as I bumbled along through my life. Then sometime in August I was thinking, "geez, every time I go over to [person in location] I feel like I've completely lost my mind." Oh no. I realized I was a deer in the headlights.
At first I was mortified, which of course made the whole thing worse. And then I got a hold of myself and made myself cut it out and now I can actually carry on a conversation there again. Whew. Close call. The next time a perfectly nice somebody stares at me in petrified, silent shock, whoever it is, I promise that I will try to help him out of it gently.