I was red cheeks and shivering. My hand always quakes when I'm stunned with nerves. A part of me was ready to run. But what I really wanted to do was enjoy the night and laugh out loud, I'm in my head talking courageously of course my voice never makes an entrance. Here I am invited to the party, they must like my company but I'm such a stone. I put effort into my hair and my lashes! I even used my expensive parfum. And yes, he is here, and right now he is staring! Why is he still staring? Pause. Is there something behind me that caught his attention. I am tucked into this wall--I am the only thing he sees!

I can't handle people staring at me!

No, for real, I can't.

I let out a high pitched kettle sound.

And now, more people are looking. So that sound becomes a scream.

The man I wish were my lover is wide-eyed and coming closer. I break down into tears before my mascara starts running off.

He asks, "Are you all right, ma'am?"

I am now bawling like a broken fire hydrant, causing my mascara to leave the mark of an combusted squid.

He rests his hands on my shoulders to steady me, so I start hyperventilating. He yells to someone to call 911.

He does care!

He is the most handsomest, caring, loving man to ever walk the the face of the earth!

The last thing I see is his worried angelic gaze, driving me to faint into his loving arms!