Holiday parties.
It was so awkward.
I was at a party - with fatty foods being served.
Everyone was gathered in the kitchen, hovering…no …worshiping the food table.
I tried to blend but I still stood towards the back of the kitchen, subtly glaring at my enemy, the tres leche cake.
A man I didn’t know, stood by me and ask, “Why do you think people are gathering in the kitchen?”
I thought it was an odd question and mustered up, “Uh, maybe it is because we are all so cozy standing next to each other…?” (It was cold outside and the kitchen was the warmest spot in the house.)
“No,” he replied snarling and scoffing, “it is because of the food.”
I think he was suggesting I should sneak into the middle and eat something…or maybe it was some weird pick up line…but I felt ashamed because I didn’t “get” his idiotic riddle correctly.
Why don’t these people see that I am so uncomfortable around food and around men.
I guess because I don’t let it show.
Very often.
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