I've always been socially awkward. I tend to say the wrong thing and to be unable to let silences happen. I'm the one always trying to get conversation going. Sometimes I'm successful, I've gotten pretty good a pairing people at parties (not my parties, I don't give parties, but kids' birthday parties), introducing people who will have interesting conversations, but when I fail? Yeah, it's not so pretty.
So, I was invited to a margarita night the other day. Ordinarily I make excuses, but I stepped out of my comfort zone and agreed to go.
It was at one of the mother's homes. She invited the kids and she lives in the neighborhood (about 7 blocks away). So I take my boys and I go. They had a ball, I had a ball. Mr. Gaia had to call to drag us away at 10:00 - the boys had soccer today.
I'm going to work on doing more stuff like this.
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Oh, goodness. Bless your heart. I relate.
Good for you for trying the margarita night; I'm so glad it went well.
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