Quizzled!

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1. A guy you've dated's band is opening for a show tonight that you really want to see.

Do you:
A. Get there early and say hi right away
B. Get there late and ignore him
C. Go to a different show altogether
D. Stay home and eat ice cream

2. So you get to the show and you're there alone.

Do you:
A. Go straight to the bar and order a drink
B. Go straight to a dark corner and pull out a book
C. Eye-gaze at the babes in the bands
D. Hope that nobody notices you

3.  The band starts playing

Do you:

A. Dance the night away
B. Bop your head in a cool fashion
C. Stumble with your coat and heavy purse
D. Stay in your corner with your drink

4.  In between bands,

Do you:

A. Go back to the bar to kill time
B. Go to the washroom to kill time
C. Play on your phone to kill time
D. Pull your book back out to kill time

5.  The show ends.

Do you:

A. Wait around to say hi to someone
B. Wait around until someone says hi to you
C. Head straight for the door
D. Play it cool and casually walk out.

ANSWER KEY:

Mostly A's: You're me.
Mostly B's: You're me.
Mostly C's:  You're me.
Mostly D's:  You're me.

Hi, I have anxiety, and this is what a night out sounds like in my head.  But here's to getting over it and going to see some great polka/punk!

Enjoy your night,

The Dreadnoughts,

Katie

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