Tuesday, 23 September 2008

Of Beer and Panic


So, Beer Fest happened a few weeks ago, (again). And yes, I fared much better this year thank you very much.

And, the weather was awesome, the company was great, and Crannog Ales makes the most delicious fruit ale thing in the world. (I'm not a huge beer fan, so those of you who are gagging at the mere idea of a fruit beer can just ignore this entire paragraph because *I* liked it!) So, all in all it was a good, fun time.

But a funny (strange?) thing happened (...on the way to the forum? huh?) at Beer Fest this year and I've been wondering about it ever since.

I was there with three other girls, all of them in long-term relationships, so their goal for the event was to find me a cute guy. And, I went along with it, because, sure, looking at cute guys sounds fun, right? Right!

So we got there and we'd barely arrived when they spotted a cute guy. And they told me to go talk to him. And I said no. So one of them marched off in his direction saying they'd make me talk to him.

And here's where the weirdness happens.

I panicked. Like, seriously. It felt like I feel when I find myself at the top of a ladder; frozen. And I swear, if they'd brought the guy over to me I would have bolted. Really. I would have run the other direction and probably gone home and hid under my bed. I did not. On pain of death. Want to talk to that guy. Or any guy there, for that matter. Joking about "finding me a guy" was fine, in theory. But as soon as there was a guy right there and I was supposed to talk to him? Panic. I just felt panic.

I tell you, it was the weirdest thing and I'm not sure what it was all about. I tried to explain to them that when I say I'm shy, I actually mean it and that I find myself really only able to "flirt" or talk freely with guys I'm not interested in.

And sure, a few (fruity) beers later and I was chatting away to strangers, but again, only ones I didn't find attractive and therefore wasn't interested in. Or, I was able to talk to them if they approached first, but wasn't able to go straight up to a cute stranger and start up conversation.

I guess I've been trying to figure out if this means there's something wrong with me or if my brain just protects me from getting into situations I'm not comfortable with. Or what. Why did the idea of talking to a complete (albeit cute) stranger make me feel so scared?

Maybe I was thinking too far into the future? Who knows. It just strikes me as odd.

9 Comments:

Anonymous Dominic said...

When I went backpacking earlier, I spent a lot of time striking up conversations with random strangers.

It is indeed a lot harder to work up the nerve to do that when they're attractive. I think it's just One Of Those Things (TM)

Tuesday, September 23, 2008 8:47:00 am  
Blogger Victoria said...

Dominic, I think it's totally just One Of Those Things (TM) :)

Tuesday, September 23, 2008 10:31:00 pm  
Blogger Alexandreena said...

Weird. Just weird. Who even calls "attractive"? If you deem them attractive and that is what makes it harder, than try and think that there are probably many people out there who do not find them attractive and maybe they don't even view themselves as attractive...

Tuesday, September 23, 2008 11:20:00 pm  
Blogger Victoria said...

Hmmm, good point :)

Tuesday, September 23, 2008 11:26:00 pm  
Blogger Elusive Butterfly said...

Argh where did my comment go?! I posted it hours ago. It was all thoughtful and poignant about how much pressure the cute boys must feel to come up with something funny and memorable when, by comparison, we cute girls have to do nothing except look cute and smile and laugh. Those poor cute boys must get so petrified knowing that their chances of not being shot down are statistically about the same as winning the lottery without a ticket.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008 12:06:00 am  
Anonymous stepping over the junk said...

it freaks me out just thinkiing about it! i generally meet people through someone else in an easy situation. going into it cold like that is scary! I dont blame you!

Wednesday, September 24, 2008 4:28:00 am  
Blogger Jonathan said...

... and it never occurred to you that one day you might be talking and joking away freely to somebody you're not interested in, and then your friends inform you that you never shut up about him.

It happened to my other half. It was me.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008 5:37:00 am  
Blogger Hardt in the City said...

I'm the same way... give me an ugly guy and I can talk his ear off... but a cute guy and I'm either mute or bitchy :(

Wednesday, September 24, 2008 10:54:00 am  
Blogger Victoria said...

EB? Blogger ate your comment? NOOOO! Maybe it was such a good comment it stole it. Yeah, that's it! (Oh, and fair point!)

SOTJ, thanks for the support on the "cold call flirt" is hard front :D

Awww Jonathan, that's so cute! :) Yay for happy stories!

Hardt, as long as you're not mute and bitchy! hee hee.

Actually, that's totally doable... like a pre-emptive silent treatment almost. ;)

Wednesday, September 24, 2008 9:08:00 pm  

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