by Lorna Barrett / Lorraine Bartlett / L.L. Bartlett
I have always been a geek.
There, I said it.
That's when I truly knew that I would never be popular. I did go to the dance, and I danced with the above-mentioned guy's best friend. (Mr. Liar. He told me his father knew Gene Roddenberry because he had once lived in California ... but I never did ascertain if he ever even lived in LA.)
I have many wonderful acquaintances and several people online that I feel very close to, but nobody to come over on a Saturday night to chew the fat, have a couple of drinks, and share a pizza with.
Last week our summer neighbors had a small party. Two other couples joined them on their porch. They drank, had appetizer's, and then they jumped in their boat and headed off to the big marina and the fanciest restaurant within miles to have dinner. It was probably a business dinner. My neighbor is a well-known co-owner of a fairly large insurance agency and he often entertains clients. They have a lot of fun next door. They have parties, and bonfires, and toddies, and many good times that last far into the night.
I have never fit in at parties. In fact, Mr. L and I used to have an annual Christmas party but we gave it up when more than half the people we invited decided we weren't fun enough to come. (Most of them family.)
We read. That's the kind of people we are. We aren't boisterous. We don't hoot and holler. We're boring.
Instead, I'll spend my birthday with Mr. L and we will lift a glass and then we will read.
If nothing else, books have always saved me.
I don't mean this to be a pity party. You are what you are and if you don't fit in, you get used to a quiet life and you manage. I have learned to manage.
Are you a wallflower, too? (And is it any wonder my next book is called The Walled Flower?)