Everytime I go to potlucks thrown by certain friends of mine, I have to see the guy who asked me out. He is always there. I have not gone out with him, and don't plan to. Now, normally, I think most people are fine in this situation. I get nervous and avoid him by talking to people in other rooms. I feel awkward, although he probably doesn't. I think I'm more socially inept than I had previously realized. I'm out of practice and find myself without topics to speak of with people I don't know very well. And I was thinking to myself that there were a few guys I would be interested in, but I have nothing to say to them really, mostly because I don't know what to say. I live a boring life. I really am out of practice trying to talk to people I don't know that well, and this is just one of the reasons why I don't like parties all that much.
So I think its ironic that my roommate and I are going to throw a party because once my piano arrives, the house will be completely ready for us to have our housewarming party. This will only be the second big party I've ever thrown. The first was a birthday party about 2 years ago.
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