Ward Halloween Party
As a general rule of thumb, I will much be happier if I stay home and read than if I go to a party. Melyngoch sums up my dating/socializing rubric: “If you want me to spend the evening with you, you must be more interesting than this book I’m reading. If you are not, then I will be staying home and reading this book.” However, if I spend too much time alone, I suddenly get very lonely, very fast. So I’m forcing myself to go to the ward Halloween party, just so I can get to know people, just so I don’t feel so lonely at church.
The party is at the (very large) home of a counselor in the bishopric. They live about a half an hour out of the “city,” and it’s dark and rainy, so I ride with someone else who knows the way. (Which also means I can’t go home early . . . ) I last for about an hour before I grab a book and sneak to a quiet corner to read.
We were playing pool and I made a couple of clean shots, but I’m an uneven player at best, and my team lost. So then I was playing someone else and also not doing well and he kept giving me advice on the shots to make (yes, I DO understand geometry) and I do NOT do well with being patronized (thank you) and so I told my opponent that I would be making my own decision about what ball to hit and he came and put his arm around me and I just about lost it so I went upstairs to read and not yell at people instead. (And more people were coming downstairs anyway, and I didn’t feel like playing badly in front of a crowd.)
I miss Scott. We were supposed to play pool last summer but then he got busy and I didn’t want to bug him. He has a way of telling me about something or showing me how to do something without being patronizing or making me feel dumb. I know he respects my intelligence (even as he mocks my poker playing style), and he’s just happy to tell me how to do something I happen not to know how to do.
Maybe we can shoot some pool when I come home for Christmas . . .