I really appreciate the comments left on the last entry, thank you.  [Virginia:  I hope you will remember in the coming weeks that you offered your help].

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On St. Patrick’s day I stepped out of my comfort zone and attended a party being held by a new friend.  I’m used to going to parties where I know many of the guests since the majority of the parties I attend are house parties hosted by friends.  It wasn’t until I started thinking about how I would feel walking into a house I’ve never been in, and knowing that other than the host (who I’ve only seen twice in my life) I would know no other person, that I realized that situations like this make me feel socially awkward and extremely gauche.

In my flusteredness, I missed the the location of the party by about 15 minutes and had to turn around, then I missed the turnoff to the house twice.  If my subconscious was smart enough it would have contrived these delays in order to allow the party of 4 people that I did know who were attending the party to arrive.  And I can’t deny once I gave this some thought, I considered waiting in my [parents'] car and said friends who were on their way to inquire when they would arrive at the party so that we could walk in together.  The cold winds that weren’t at all favonian in nature convinced me to enter the warm house instead.

The host was kind, I was introduced to the other people who were there and then I imitated a wallflower with unerring accuracy, barely saying a word (I know!  Some believe this can’t be done!) but laughing in what I hoped was a friendly and engaging manner [and not an "oh my gosh!  I'm nervous and these people all look slimmer/smarter/more socially adept than I.  Is the necklace I'm wearing too much?  No, I like it!  Is my hair too flippy?  Maybe!  I was hoping the snow outside would tame it a bit.  I look overdressed compared to the other girl here...but I'm wearing jeans!  And a tanktop!  And a 3/4 sleeve button down blouse!  That's casual, right?  It's just tiny puffiness to the sleeves that makes it look dressy! I hope they don't ask me what I do because my job title always requires a big long explanation.  Where are the people I know?  Waaaaah!" way] at the witty remarks being made.  It wasn’t until when people that I knew arrived that I felt much more in my element.  Things went uphill from there (dancing, singing and laughing) and I witnessed what might very well be the beginnings of a relationship.  And I discovered that decent guys still exist in my fair city.  I even developed a superficial crush, proving that a part of me is still stuck in grade 7.

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