Tales From The Awkward Girl.

The other day, the doorbell rang at my boyfriend’s house and I was the only person home. I opened the front door to see his best friend standing there. He had just gotten back from Malta, and I was the first to see him.

I was dressed in my pajamas (when it was well past noon) and styling a greasy, bath bun on the top of my head. I held the screen door open with my foot while we awkwardly chatted for about a minute.

Oh the impressions I must make…

Tonight I’m going to be hanging out and drinking with a close friend of mine (who I saw a few days ago) and a guy who I haven’t seen in literally five years. I feel like the last time he saw me, I was a depressed, even shyer, even more self-conscious girl. I’m a bit nervous, and wish that there were going to be more people to even it out (groups of three are never a good sign, in my opinion).

But here goes nothing. 

Is it bad that instead of wanting to be social/drink with a friend and her love interest…/drinking, I want to stay home and watch Misfits and read and go to a work BBQ (which I’m going to anyway)? I’m going to be drinking Friday and Saturday night, heavily. 

I don’t know why I’m wanting to be so lame, socially. I was excited to drink with this friend until she invited said love-interest and he might be inviting a friend so it “won’t be awkward for me”.

Nothing says more awkward than coupling. Especially when it might be some dudes that are really obnoxious. 

This has awkward written all over it. Whatever.