dave82

I told my boss that my work week was so stressful and bad that it was gonna lead me to drink; and it did. Blacksburg is having a street festival right now called Stepping Out along the downtown streets. After work today I was on my way to RadioShack when I ran across a co-worker. He was on his way to the festival so I decided I would be socialable and go too. I ended up with him (55yo) and a buddy of his (~same age) who played the role of village idiot. They were going to a bar so I tagged along and shared a pitcher of Miller Lite with them. Those of you who know me know that I do not drink or go to bars so I was stretching myself socially in a healthy way. When we get out, this guy starts hitting on all the young women who walk by him on the street. Now, Blacksburg is a college town so there are a lot of them. We get back to the music and he decides he wants to dance, try to pickup women nearby and generally be a nuisance. Worst of all, he keeps trying to tell me how to pickup women myself with comments like "If I was your age I would be all over that!" That's the point where the nice relaxing evening of music turned into the social disaster that it did. I put up with that for another couple hours and then finally gave in and let myself go home. Sat here the rest of the night and have been beating myself up. I'm proud that I went and did these things but I am not proud of the outcome of the night. Recurring theme: social anxiety kills the party and Dave for the night.