I wish that I could start this post with, “Oh, I had so much fun with my meetup.com cooking group, I met so many potential friends…” However, to my embarrassment and semi-regret I completely chickened out.
I was supposed to go to a pot luck cookout at a lady’s house. I should have gone; I could have gone; I didn’t go.
It’s easy to say that if I wasn’t sick I would have gone (spent 3 work days in bed this week), or if the gathering was at a public place I would have gone (what if the host was an ax murderer?), but to be honest I’m not sure that I would have gone even in ideal conditions.
To make matters worse, I dropped out of the club (and meetup.com) entirely. I just panicked. Catastrophic friendship failure.
I’ll just have to pick up the pieces and move on.