This Will End BADLY

"People go to casinos for the same reason they go on blind dates - hoping to hit the jackpot. But mostly, you just wind up broke or alone in a bar."  ~ Carrie Bradshaw

So.  I'm sitting on the couch reading the other evening and my iPhone dings.  Text.  Okay.  I read it, and it's an invitation to a party Friday.  Again, okay.  It will be fun.  I haven't seen some of the people who are coming for a really long time.  I love them dearly, and we're all too busy or childrened or whathaveyou to hang out much now.  Any chance to get together is not to be missed.

Here's the thing, though.

There is also supposedly a guy for whom I am apparently "destined" whose birthday is the whole reason for the festivities.  Oh holy Cheezus.  It's a roommate and an awkwardness and an appraisal.  It's a set-up.

I'm going.  I want to see my friends.  I want to eat the absolutely divine food that will be there since one of my friends is a caterer/chef who makes things that will, quite literally, make that old cliche about slapping yo' mama come true.  I do, however, have extreme doubts about whether my "destiny" is waiting to begin on Friday night.

I am just going to go and be me (whoever that is), and everybody there can take me or leave me.  It's all I know how to be.  Let's just say I am sure the evening will be pleasant, but I'm not exactly optimistic about more than that. Unless he's smart as hell and at least as tall as I am, it's sort of doomed.  I can also deeply and profoundly wish that nobody has pitched this idea of destiny about to this guy.  Quite frankly, after a long week in the classroom, I don't think I'll be able to live up to that..... Another friend, I can always use.  Somebody who is avoiding me in horror and dismay all night, not so much.