Meeting People

I'm a relatively outgoing person. I can sit down and talk to strangers if need be, but I wouldn't call myself overly social. (Like those people who get on a plane or train and just start talking to you! I can't stand those people. I am not on a train to talk. I am on a train to get somewhere, and in the meantime I'm going to enjoy the ride by napping and reading. Just cause I'm sitting next to you does not mean I want to talk about your niece Lizzy and her new disgustingly cute habit.) That is why this weekend was so interesting.

I met tons of people, by which I mean 7. Still a high number when you consider I spent most of the weekend in my apartment. I went out with a friend to a local billiards place and while we were there we joined up with a group of girls who had recently moved to the area. After about an hour we met a group of guys who had been living here for about a year. out of our 3 groups, none of us had ever met before, but we hit it off. We spent the night playing darts (which we all stunk at) and dancing at a club (where we were heckled by the other dancers with a chorus of "Go White Girl"). At the end of the night we all exchanged numbers and went our separate ways.

The next morning I was ridding in the elevator of my building with a guy named Tommy. We started a conversation (which is unusual for me as you could probably tell by my ideas about talking while traveling) and decided to get together again sometime.

All in all it was a very social weekend for me.