Remember many a-moon ago when I was posting about awkward dinners with people I was uncomfortable with, questioning my sanity, and why I put myself through these situations when I know they’re just going to end badly?
Yeah. Kinda like that.
No, not really. It was pretty swank.
I ditched my Firefly Sunday for a night out with Kate and Melinda. I was way nervous about it because we all know jessi’s a freak. Seriously. Some people just have no business hanging out with the likes of me is all. Who’s insecure and freakish? Oh yeah, that would be me!
Pffft. It was…well, it wasn’t as bad as I expected. They may actually want to be seen with me in public again. I was shocked m’own self.
We were supposed to speak a lot of French and stuff, but let’s face it, kids. jessi can barely string two words together coherently in English, if I tried French with people besides Le, I’d just embarass myself further. Kate and Melinda aren’t the sort of people I feel comfortable embarassing myself in front of as it is. Hell, I revert back to the quiet one when I’m around them. On the way home, Melinda and I ran into Laura, the other French girl from the United Nations group I previously met with on occassion — that boosted my French speaking confidence, let me tell you! I was a regular chatterbox by that point. I mean, the stuff I was able to articulate in my perfect French! Like wiping you ass with silk! (That was for Kris.)
Stupid complex.
