Friday searches frantically for the bar.
He hated meeting new people. It made him so self-conscious. Was his laugh a little too loud? Had he maintained eye contact for too long? Monitoring himself closely, it was hard to keep up with conversation – the ebb and swirl around him. Shit! What was her name again? Maybe he should have just stayed home.
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Poor little guy.
He = me!
he = me too!!
I wanted to say..."I could relate to that..."and then I saw the comments...my thots felt cliched...:)
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