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The music was very loud and the lights were turned down low.
I was never one for parties, I don't even like party music.
So I didn't know what I was doing there in that particular one, but there I was, standing trying to hide the supernova of social anxiety in my chest. I felt like every one was staring and thinking all my truths, judging them and looking right through me. But at the very same time I was disappointed because no one ever noticed me.
Don't be stupid, I told myself. You're a no body. No one would ever take an interest in you. Think about it. What have you to offer? That's right, nothing. No one is staring at you and judging because you don't matter.
That is my mantra. It keeps me at bay so much so that I am stranded on an island of desolate solitude unable to connect with any one. All I do is stay close some one I know and not say or do anything.
In this case, I followed my friend Faith as she walked quick paced through the party, greeting people and being friendly. I just smiled awkwardly and looked around, as to not get lost in the crowd. The large house was full of people and with all the noise it was impossible to hear your own thoughts.
"Come on let's see who else is here!" she shouted at me and took me by the hand exploring all regions of the large house where this party was.
Why does it matter. It's not like I'll know them or anything.
She could never understand how hard it is for me to talk to people, especially those I have never met before. I followed looking around at all the pretty people around me. I hadn't gone to many pretty people parties so I was left in awe as I walked through this one.
The more I looked around the more disappointed I was in myself and how inadequate I was for such setting. All the pretty girls there wore wonderful expensive and tight dresses that framed their slim and perfectly sculpted bodies. Their long styled hair was perfect in a totally déshabillé manner and their perfectly makeup-ed faces where flawless and void of blemishes.
I dreaded my reflection on all mirrors for it was a constant reminder that my face was not flawless and perfectly makeup-ed, my short and lame hair was unstylish, and that my cheep, loose dress, didn't perfectly frame my thicker body.
Self-esteem level: -50
Faith finally finished scanning the party for interesting people, she found none, but she was in such a hurry that I was afraid she hadn't done a very good job and she would take me for a round two. I couldn't help but admire how truly beautiful a person she was and how she totally belonged in this setting, unlike myself.
We stood together for a moment, the music only seemed to get louder, suddenly a very hot guy approached me and put his mouth very close to my ear, something that never ever happened. He said "Hey! Who's your friend?" I stood there stupefied and totally thrown out of my comfort zone and very disappointed. Slowly I turned as I processed everything and referred to Faith.
"Faith, meet this person I've never even met." I practically shouted awkwardly.
"Hey, I'm Eddie. Wanna get a drink?" he said.
I looked at Faith a bit worried but she was too taken away by Eddie to notice my please don't leave me face.
"Of course!" she exclaimed smiling and followed him away from me.
No Faith. No, come back.
A few feet away she turned to see if I was following. Since I really didn't feel like being the lame and awkward third-wheel I signaled to her that I was hot and pointed to the nearest exit that would provide me with fresh air. Smiling broadly she nodded and left. I was now completely alone in a room full of people.
Self-esteem level: -100
Feeling the supernova of social anxiety expand, I walked out the door that lead to the nearly deserted back yard.
It was beautiful, since it gave a great view of the city of Los Angeles at the night. I went closer to the fence that separated me from the precipice below and looked out through the night sky. It was a nice place. I thought of how it would be like to live in a place like that, instead of the little nowhere I called home.
I got a bit homesick then, I would rather be there than at this party. I played with my ring impatiently as I thought how pointless it was to surround yourself with people you are unable to make a meaningful connection with.
"God I hate parties." I said thinking out loud then remembering I wasn't alone and looked around to see if anyone had heard me. There was no one there except a few smokers and couple making out in the corner.
"I hate parties too." said a voice next to me.
I turned to it and realized that there was a guy sitting on a well camouflaged lawn chair with its back towards me, which is why I hadn't seen it.
He turned around to face me. That's when I realized who he was.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." he said after seeing my expression.
"Started me, more like, I didn't realize there was someone there." I said, my voice quivering a bit. I was to nervous and too much in awe to respond with a confident voice.
"Well sorry about that." he said chucking. I nearly fainted when he did.
"It's okay, I'll survive." I said staring at his more than handsome face.
"Er I'm Logan by the way." he said extending his hand.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Mina." I said taking his hand and shaking it.
My inner fan girl nearly exploded.
I had shaken the hand of Logan Lerman, Hollywood star and heartthrob.
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A Love Like That
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