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 She danced flirtatiously in the candlelit room, vying for the man's attention. She's married and has children. She played coy as he drew closer to her. She's been having an affair with him. She talked intimately with him on the couch in the darkest corner. She's young, she's sassy, she's a flirt. Three different women, all for the same man. As I sat at the bar, sipping my water (oh, I know how awesome I am), I watched everything happen. Horrible as it sounds, the first thought that popped into my head after I left was, "What a cliché." Work parties were never my thing. I felt more out of place than usual and also, I really didn't want to be there after an hour. I would've much preferred being at a diner, wearing jeans and a t-shirt, in the company of good friends, chowing down on some burgers and milkshakes. Because this is not where I want to be or who want to be when I "grow up." Maybe I'm just too young to see that this is cool? Or maybe I just have an old soul. Or maybe I'm just a different breed of person with different interests. The point is, I know who I am and I have a firm grasp on that; I won't turn into someone I'm not. (If I somehow do, please punch me in the face.) At least I wasn't the only one. While I was having this moment at the bar, Big-T joined me. He said, "Nine o'clock... surprised you lasted this long." To which I replied, "...I really want to go." He said, "Yeah, me too. But this whole walking past everyone and getting your coat to leave is tricky." Then someone came over and started talking his ear off, and I spoke with a few others. As the person who was talking to him got distracted, he turned to me, wide-eyed, and whispered desperately, "Help me. Throw me a lifeline. Get me out of here. Lifeline, anything..." And then, right there, a moment presented itself and we escaped. At least I'm not the only one... No TrackBacksTrackBack URL: http://www.toastier.org/cgi-bin/mt/mt-tb.cgi/310 |
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Work parties are designed to be uncomfortable and awkward, imho. Never been to one where the whole time I wasn't thinking to myself, "...really?"