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International Bingo

Posted in accents, adventures in life, i'm competitive, objectifying guys and i'm ok with it with tags , , , , , , , on July 14, 2009 by melsanie

Picture 7So last weekend ABC Family decided to run a Harry Potter movie marathon in preparation for the sixth movie coming out on Wednesday, of which I am super, effing, excited.  While watching this english accent infested movie, I decided that I should make out with more international people.  I mean, on Thursday I did make out with a dude from Argentina.  Previous countries on the MO list include: Ireland, England, Norway, South Africa and China.  I guess that’s a lot, so I figure, why not make a game out of it?  And, this is how international bingo came about.  It’s not about quantity, it’s about strategy.

My new roommate went to boarding school in England so she’s kind of about the scenester places where all the international people happen to converge and be beautiful and rich together.  So, if all goes to plan, and I continue to hang out with her this summer, I should be well on my way to “winning” the game.  But really, even if I’m a square or two off, aren’t I still coming out of the situation in a good place?  This is why I like this game, everyone’s a winner.

Adventures in Awkwardness

Posted in adventures in life, i'm competitive, work on May 20, 2009 by melsanie
This kid is probably awkward and I feel like him in social situations.

This kid is probably awkward and I feel like him in social situations.

I’m awkward.  Some people think otherwise, but honestly, I’m just faking it.  I hate forcing conversations and I really don’t like being in groups of people I don’t know because it gets to the point where once you hit the seven minute lull and you have nothing else to say after that.  IT GETS WEIRD.

This probably happens to everyone, but I’m in perpetual fear of that lull and as a result, I most often avoid meeting new people.  There is an exception though and that’s if I’m with someone I know.  I feel safer knowing that if the conversation comes to a screeching, awkward halt, I can always fall back on the other person.

Tonight I had to overcome my social anxiety all on my own and go to a work softball game.  I got roped into it by this guy on my work bowling team who encouraged me to join under the pretense that he’d join to, but turns out he doesn’t really go to the games.  So there goes my safety net.  I was so nervous about going.  My heart was racing, my hands were shaking and I stalled for an hour so I wouldn’t have to be there the whole time.  I mean, these people all knew each other…I’m the outcast!  I almost backed out but I was ultimately convinced/bullied to go with the intention of meeting new friends! getting exercise! possibly cute boys! (but honestly, it’s media and most of them are gay so…that last one was a reach.)

Not at all what my first day at softball looked like

Not at all what my first day at softball looked like

Well, turns out it WAS as awkward as I expected!  I mean, It didn’t help that I was scared like whoa to even play.  I’m competitive and I don’t like to be bad at things, so it’s not like I was going to go out there and throw a ball and have it totally miss my target. Oh well, I’m practicing this weekend because I’m a total tool.

BUT we all went to a bar afterwards and we went to a bar where they feaure a name every day and if your name is the name of the day you drink for free.  WELL, guess who’s name it was today?  Yes, you are so smart, it was MELANIE!  So exciting.  So I had two beers and ended up talking to a guy who was pretty nice (and looked hipster but lived in Harlem…yeah, how do I find these people?) but not even on the team.  Oh well, baby steps!

Next week’s mission: actually step onto the field and talk to someone on the team.  ONE TWO THREE BREAK!

I’m a Bowling Master

Posted in awesome, i'm competitive with tags , , on April 23, 2009 by melsanie
Oops!  There go my undies!  Perfectly normal situation on the lanes.

Oops! There go my undies! Perfectly normal situation on the lanes.

Not really, but last night I had an awesome game and rolled a 154 (which means a few strikes and spares!), beating the score of the 100 year old woman who averages a 102.  SUCK IT GRANDMA.  I kid, I have respect for her considering I think I pulled a muscle in my butt.  Oh well, worth it!