Depression Strikes Again
I must be the only one who feels depressed after big night outs. As you probably know, dear reader, I attended the company's spring ball at the lovely Natural History Museum, replete with classical musicians, free flowing alcohol, and mock casino tables.
But you know, maybe it's because I'm from a geek at heart, but I ALWAYS feel out of place at social dos like this. Maybe it's coz most people brought guests and I didn't. There were plenty of lovely ladies there... but regular readers will know, I'm terrible with women.
Exhibit 1: Colleague looks ravishing in her silver lined dress and straightened hair... what do i do? I blurt out something about her looking "stunning" and leave it at that, proceeding to the next person who says "hi" to me, when in fact, I really wanted to talk to the stunning gal.
Exhibit 2: Sat at a table where pretty much everyone brought a guest, I find myself gazing into the eyes of a Brazilian beauty. Then I realized it was probably rude to be staring at a colleague's guest. I would've talked to her, but I'd have to shout across a plant...
Exhibit 3: Come on, do you REALLY need more examples? I am a master of social faux pas, period. I wish there was something I could do to change it... normally, I'd laugh it off with jokes and self deprecating humor.
Can't do that now, coz I'm still depressed... I seem to be in a very tiny minority of attendees without guests. Most female colleagues were taken. And I honestly can't think of anyone I could bring next time. Where's love when you need it eh? Man, I need divine intervention with my (lack of) love life. Why wasn't I born looking like Brad Pitt? Argh!




