Friday, December 08, 2006

55 Fiction Friday: Toastmasters edition

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.

4 comments:

Roonie said...

Poor little guy.

tamasha said...

He = me!

maisnon said...

he = me too!!

Peter said...

I wanted to say..."I could relate to that..."and then I saw the comments...my thots felt cliched...:)