Socialite
Sunday, May 17th, 2009I’m typically a wall flower. I hate being the center of attention; unwanted/un-needed attention makes my face and ears turn red. This problem became an even bigger problem when I was in a relationship with Omar. He loved the lime light. I, though, was not as comfortable around tons of people. He deemed me “socially awkward”. Call it socially awkward or whatever else you’d like, I just wasn’t into everyone being focused on me. I’m just not that vain. He’s probably reading this blog post now, thinking to himself- Yes! She has another post about me. Is that right Om? You’re so vain…you probably think this blog post is about you, don’t you? Don’t you?!?
Well, it’s not.
Last weekend, Zack and I were walking out of the grocery. I was on the phone with my mom and didn’t realize that this couple was waving Zack down. He walked over by them and began talking to them. I finished up my convo with mom and walked over. I try to be conscious of the fact that I don’t want to be socially awkward. The old Cherry would have waited to be introduced. Not the new Cherry though.
As soon as I walked up, I put out my hand to shake each of their’s and proudly introduced myself. The conversation ended about 5 seconds later. I politely said, “It was very nice to meet you both.” Zack and I went on our way to the car.
After we were out of their ear shot, Zack says to me, “You thought I knew those people, didn’t you?”
Turns out they were a bunch of drunks who needed a jump on their car, though the car was running while we were talking to them. I’ve turned into such a socialite, befriending New Orleans’ finest! Take that, Om, who’s socially awkward now, huh?!?
