I’ve never really made it a secret that I have a hard time making friends. The friends that I do have, that are not in my computer that is, are the same friends I’ve had since middle school. People I grew up with, who know me and accept me and blah-de-blah blah. We all have separate lives though, and I don’t live in my hometown, so we don’t see each other very often. And I have work friends, you know, and we’ll do the occasional shopping trip, or dinner and drinks whatever, but mostly I’m an antisocial homebody.
And really, I am ok with that.
So anyway, Hub and I have been very active on our school’s Pee Tee Aye (hereafter referred to as TAP like my friend Misty always did for fear of being found) and in doing so, we’ve made a lot of new friends, right in our neighborhood. Hub is a very social talkative kind of guy; I am not such a girl. This works for me. We have fun at the meetings and at events, and while we’re putting activities together. It’s good. Now, for as social as Hub is, he is horrible with names. And he knows he is, so he does his best not to use people’s names unless he has to.
This is where my story begins.
A few weeks ago, Hub stayed after the TAP meeting to help a couple of the girls up in the attic. While he was up there, he got a phone call from K, the VP. While they were talking, one of the girls in the attic yelled to Hub to ask K if she wanted to go card making. The name situation got in the way, and he just randomly said in to the phone, “I’m supposed to ask you if you want to go card making.” Which she took to mean that I wanted to go, and got excited about it, and told him she’d call me. He didn’t remedy the situation for fear of looking dumb.
He came home and told me about it, and I didn’t really give it any more thought, until she texted me the next day. And here we are, the night of, and I am kind of shitting my pants about going out for a night with people who I don’t know very well outside of school. Every socially awkward situation that could happen is running through my head. From the time K picks me up (first) to the end of the night. I need a valium or something.
Plus, I have no idea how to make cards, you guys. I’ve tried to be crafty, OH, have I tried. I’m pretty good at stenciling. But cutting? Gluing? Yeah…no.
So, this all occurs from 6-10:30 tonight. I am generally looking forward to it—my own issues aside. A girls’ night with people my age. And it will be fine, I’m sure.
Plus, I hear there will be wine.