This all happened in four seconds.
The club is very crowded, very loud. The three of us are trying to leave to find our other friends outside. Navigating through a sea of people is hard enough, made even more difficult by the fact they are all dancing.
A girl gyrates in front of me, blocking me, and I lose my grip on Jess’s hand as she moves forward through the crowd. I glance back to see that Andy is still in tow.
Jess isn’t ahead of me by much, only a few feet. But it is enough space for the sharks to get the scent.
A pretty girl by herself.
Ripe for the plucking, one guy thinks.
My friend Kaytlynn recently wrote about things that make her feel uncomfortable that totally shouldn’t, all of which I could completely relate*.
*Follow her blog. If you like mine, you will love hers.
The first of those things was ice breakers. You know, those “games” that bosses, trainers, or orientation leaders use to start a group session in order to get everyone relaxed and acquainted with one another.
Ice breakers aren’t too distressful for me. My heart rate increases a bit as it nears my turn, but otherwise, I don’t fear saying a sentence or two in front of a group of strangers.
Most of my anxiety comes from listening to the other people. I can’t stand watching someone crash and burn.
As a result, I find myself smiling in moral support as they sheepishly try to describe to the group their love for different types of shoes.