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Plus one? No thanks



Did I get ever tell you about the day Leticia and I decided that we will not go to parties as a plus one? Well let's get right to it then and I promise you are going to love it.

For obvious reasons we don't normally do anything that involves large crowds and socialisng but this is not why we stopped agreeing to be anyone's plus one. Okay maybe partly.

This is how it all started when a friend of mine gave me a call and for the record I hate phone calls. I know when some people think it's weird and you thought it too but they just make me uncomfortable.



It was a fine day and the atmosphere was great, I am lazying around the house with a book in my hand and my earphones are plugged in. My phone rings and I try to avoid it for a while because how dare she call me? Couldn't she just text me like a normal person?.

Sigh! The ringing gets annoying I eventually pick up and she says "Hi, I know you are probably busy and sorry to call you".
 Damn right I am, I thought to myself but I don't want to be rude so instead I say "oh no it's not a problem, what do you need?".

Then came my worst nightmare as a response "I was wondering if you do not have any plans this weekend if you could come with me to a friend's birthday party".

Why do people want to drag you into things that have nothing to do with you at all. I mean she's her friend not mine but now I have to be dragged to a party I have no interest in being to because I am her friend.

Of course I didn't want to go and I also didn't want to disappoint my friend therefore I went anyway. I had to agree right? She's my friend and she always has my back even when I want to be accompanied somewhere.

Everything was going to be fine, all I had to do is look pretty and greet a few people. It wouldn't be so bad or would it?

After 15 decades of getting ready and deciding what to wear, we found an outfit perfect for the evening. Gosh did I look good even though I have to say so myself.

The thing about going to a place where you only know one person is that you have to run behind them the whole time like a lost puppy looking for its owner and if you looked half as good as I did that day, you wouldn't want to do that.

She knows almost everyone there and the crowd is loving her and me on the other hand,I am like a potato mistakenly placed with a bunch of apples. It was not going NJ well at all and I had to smile the whole time so people didn't think I look like I am planning their murder in my head.

Which I wasn't okay? I am a really good person. I did feel out of place though like I have just landed in space to some aliens and I didn't know how to communicate with them.

And every second someone will ask me "are you okay? are you having a good time?" of course not. Do I look like I am having the time of my life to you or just plain stupid.

Everyone is talking to people they know and dancing in circles. What am I supposed to do? I just sat there with Leticia keeping me company thinking about how we are going to exit the party without anyone noticing.

Don't get me wrong the party was great so is the food but it was not my kind of scene and I had to leave as soon as yesterday.

I just do not enjoy seating in a corner with a drink in my hand like I am in grief or something. I get much pleasure in being in my own space and doing the things I love the most like reading or writing not forcing vibes and smiling until my jaw hurts.

Since that day I thought to myself that I will not tag along as somebody's plus one again,I am just not really good at it.

To more days indoors and enjoying art. And less forced vibes and fake smiles.

Until ne




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