Oct
22
I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it today or not, but I’m very, very shy in real life. Very shy. Shy to the point where, if there will be people at some place, that I might have to talk to, I have been known to find any excuse to avoid said place. Really. It’s put the brakes on many a knit-n-bitch over the years, among other things.
Unfortunately, that also means that it’s been quite some time that I’ve been out of the house on my own. Shopping/yarn store trips don’t really count, but those can be few and far between as well. I realize that this isn’t healthy; that I really do need to get out and meet new people. I do. Doesn’t make it any easier or more possible, but I realize that just the same.
About a week or so ago, I saw a Skepchick meetup listed on the Skepchick calendar. It was slightly closer than the previous ones up in a northwestern Denver suburb, so I decided to go. Last night we had some pretty hard rain and wind, so I almost didn’t go. Like I said, any excuse…
It really was a lot of fun. By “fun”, I mean “I had a beer, dinner, and elemental attempts at conversation, and nobody threatened to throw me out.” Everybody seemed reasonably nice, or at least polite. I met one couple that I could envision having over to the house, assuming that they weren’t squicked out by the prospect of sharing an evening with School Girl as well. The beer, as always at this particular bar, was pretty tasty. I might even do it again next month…
The internets makes everything easier, doesn’t it? The only time I go out of the house is with my wife. I don’t really hang out with anyone. I’m pretty shy, but I think I just assume they’ll be jokers.
You went to a place called the Bull and BUSH? Ugh. Muah.
It’s not that bad, actually. Their logo’s kind of nauseatingly cutesy, but the inside looks like a gigantic English pub. Emphasis on gigantic (so said my ex-BiL when we took them there a few years ago).
Glad you had a good time, hon. And hopefully more of them to come.
As a ‘grown up’, meeting new people that you can get along with is often the hardest thing we do. Even I — the consumate extravert — run into this. *L* So i can understand how difficult it is for someone more introverted, like you or B (yeah, she’s like that too…)
*hugs* Thank you! We’ll see – I joined their meetup group officially today, which usually is the kiss of death for any further, um, adventures.
But see, “getting along with” is usually as much on the other person as on you. Just meeting people without succumbing to the impulse to run screaming from the room – that’s the challenge. I’m betting it is for B too.