Charlie's son, Alan, came to see me tonight. It was a surprise visit and set my social anxieties into overdrive. "What will I say? I am not dressed for this. Dog hair is every where," all raced through my mind. Luckily, Al took the lead in this little social waltz or tango. Gregarious as ever, he laughed and talked and I soon felt at ease.
Maggie, on the other hand, thought little of this strange human with many muted barks and uneasy walks to try and sniff Al. I had never seen her act so peculiar. It was almost comical.
Al left and I sighed with relief. I felt as if I had been on stage for 30 minutes performing. I called Dad knowing he probably encouraged this to happen.
"Why didn't you tell me he was coming?!?" I blurted out over the phone.
"I knew you would back out," dad replied. "You need friends your age and Alan likes you."
I sighed as I hung up the phone and slumped down into my lazy boy as a Saturday night college game played on the TV. I just wish these things came easier for me. The anxiety is nerve wracking.