When you're just that awkward, it's never going to occur to you that someone is actually hitting on you. Any sideways or forwards glances from a member of the opposite or same sex will probably just equate paranoia on your end, from thinking that there's something on your face. "Oh damnnnn, I have last night's dinner on my face again... sigh.. was saving that for later."
So you can imagine the thoughts running through one's head while sitting alone in the cafeteria at work during the summer. What do you do when a woman keeps staring at you? You start to panic, thinking "is there something wrong with my face??" Of course, you wouldn't even think twice when she gets up to throw out the leftover food on her place. In fact, you feel a sense of relief, thinking "okay, well, at least she's the only one who saw the weird stuff on my face." You wouldn't even suspect that she would come over and introduce herself to you, and tell you that she's doing her PhD in the other lab building. She'll ask you what you're doing this summer, and asks you what you're studying "are you doing your masters?" This is when she finds out you're actually as young as you look, if not even younger. At this point, she is trying to make her exit, while you're still gushing about how it's so awesome that she's doing her PhD, and that she should keep you posted on her progress. She simply tells you that she only came over to talk to you because she thought you were cute, and now you just feel awkward because you were actually genuinely interested in her PhD work, and didn't suspect any sort of flirtation at all, and no, there wasn't something weird on your face.
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