A short response to being THAT girl from Tiger Tale
Let me preface by saying I’m a geek and a nerd. I take pride in my geekiness and childlike delight in old cartoons and dressing up like a fool. Let’s be honest, I can and do work out. I can dance, I’m socially adept, but I still never quite feel like I have reached the pinnacle that others seem to effortlessly attain.
I like to call myself an extroverted introvert. For those that don’t know what I mean, it’s someone who will occasionally be the life of the party, regaling others with anecdotes and soaking up the adoration, but then you won’t see them for months, or if you do manage to drag them to some social engagement, they end up being the moody one in the corner because their social batteries haven’t yet recharged.
I understand the urge or the drive to be THAT person, the one who’s sought after, the one the girls want and the boys want to be, but I don’t want it all the time. I recently attended a very good friend’s engagement party. I was a member of the ‘bridal party’, so to speak, and was dressed as such. The theme was Burlesque Casinos and I was resplendent in my pin stripes and cufflinks with matching braces and Panama hat. It was a blast. I danced through the room lavishly spending thousands (we had lots of play money provided) on roulette and standing at the end of the table surrounded by stunningly dressed young women with a mountain of chips in front of me. It was like a scene from a movie.
It was fun. For that one night I was the guy in the spotlight. I had the nice suit, the pretty ladies on my arm, and the wad of cash to support it all. But the next morning I got up after a night spent alone and put on my 8 bit gamer T-shirt to become that nerdy guy again, so I guess yes, it was a nice break from reality, but eventually I had to come back to earth and just be me again.