it was created upon discussing an awkward moment at an actual party.
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For a long time I struggled with “web sex” or what some people call “cybering” but now things have gone too far. Last Christmas my brother bought me a web cam and the chat rooms I used to take part in now have a lot of pics going around.
I’m am embarrassed to say that I am hooked on taking nudes of myself for other boys. I dont know what this makes me and I feel sick that I am making them struggle.”
|AwkwardGuy:||Did you used to live by Logan and California?|
|AwkwardGuy:||Yeah, you used sit out on your porch. I was the guy in the bushes.|
You usually end up at this party after Tanya can’t come into town after all and cancels or you were just too darn busy to make good plans, real plans, ahead of time. So you put on a sweater you got for Christmas or the cocktail dress you bought for Debbie’s engagement party that you never wore again, and drag some poor unwitting sap of a friend to the party where you don’t really know anyone. It’s super awkward at first and you just stand by the cheese and crackers, nodding your head to the music, furtively gulping room-temperature chardonnay and furiously wishing for midnight. That way you can hug and kiss the host—she’s Tom’s friend from work—on the cheek and be on your merry way. What you forget, of course, is that everyone at this party is awkward, and everyone is furtively gulping booze so round about 11:15 er’body’s crunk and having deep, sloshy meaningful conversations with each other and your friend is making out with some dude in the hallway and it’s sort of the best-slash-worst party you’ve ever been to. See, the key is to not expect much from New Year’s eve. Then it has potential to be great fun. Until you wake up the next morning and you vaguely remember telling that cute guy with the glasses about the time you peed your pants on the R train and you might have cried at one point and oh god you can never, ever see any of those people ever again.
via Gawker | The 5 Types of NYE Parties