Will they like me? Will I like them? Are they going to like my personality? These are the thoughts that run through my mind as I anxiously await meeting new people. Whether you are at school, a new job, or socializing at a party, meeting new people can be a very nerve racking. Being able to walk up to a group of people and introduce yourself requires confidence and maturity. Although I believe I do posses these qualities, I still get butterflies in my stomach when I have to face that intimidating social situation.
When I was a junior in high school, i had to make a decision that would ultimately change my life. I can remember the day so clearly. I was sixteen years old and my Friday started out as usual. I woke up, got dressed and headed off to school. It was March twenty-sixth, my friend Tori’s seventeenth birthday. After wishing Tori a happy birthday at the lockers, I was invited to a party that night at “college boy’s” house. I had some reservations. Most everyone would be older than me. I would know hardly anyone. I did not even know whose house the party was in. Still, I was extremely excited and felt really cool that I was attending a “college party.” So I told the butterflies flying around in stomach to take a rest.
After school I rushed home so I could make it to my doctor’s appointment on time. Once I got back home from the doctor, I began the long process of getting ready for the party. Showering, choosing clothes, doing my hair, applying make up and making cupcakes for the birthday girl. Not being so savvy with fashion, I struggled to choose the most “mature” outfit that I could find in my closet, just to attempt to fit in with the older crowd. When I finished decorating the cupcakes and doing my hair, I packed a small bag so I would be able to sleep over at Tori’s house later on that night. My mom and I got into the car and my mom proceeded to drive me to the party. On the way she made a sharp turn and five of my freshly baked cupcakes went soaring into the air. My heart was racing. I could see the cupcakes flying in slow motion towards the floor. My initial reaction was to try to grab each of them. I stabbed unsuccessfully at the falling cupcakes. After that attempt had failed, I slowly looked down to see if the cupcakes were still intact. Amazingly, they all landed perfectly straight and no damage was done. My mom turned to me and frantically said, “Oh my god, I am so sorry! Are they ruined? Can I help you fix them?”
I responded by saying, “No, we don’t need to fix anything. What a relief! They’re all fine!”
Soon after the near fatal cupcake catastrophe I arrived at the party. I nervously walked into the house being greeted by Tori who quickly introduced me to Jesse, who’s parents owned the house. He was really generous, asking if I needed anything, showing me around, and introducing me to his friends. I walked over to a group of people who were sitting on the couches and talking. Tori was the only person in the group that I knew. I sat down on an empty tiny brown, one-seated couch. We were all sharing stories and laughing at one another’s jokes when I looked over and noticed one person sitting on the floor because there were no other seats available.
I turned to him and said, “Hey, I’m Elsa, what’s your name?”
He turned back to me and said, “Hey, I’m Danny.”
Trying to be polite I asked, “Would you want to sit with me? I know it’s a small seat but I’m little, I’m sure we could squeeze!”
He looked interested in my offer. You could tell he was taking time to think over his answer choices. He finally responded, “No, its okay, thanks though!”
Danny seemed shy. He was wearing a long-sleeved button down shirt with stripes, jeans, and green and white sneakers. He was average height, skinny and fairly muscular. He had green eyes, brown hair, and an adorable crooked smile. As I watched him readjust his position on the...