Party at Chet's
Went to a party at Chet's place today, with all French people (due to his very cute now-24 year old french roommate) and his other roommate who shares my name and penchant for country. and western.
And?
Approach anxiety hit me like a ton of bricks.
Which was bizarre. I raised the issue with Chet who pointed out that of all of his friends that have met me, none haven't liked me, and the worst question asked about me was "is he high?" to which the answer had been a resounding yes. So, umm, what's my problem again? Besides needing Doritos?