Last night I went to an event where I knew no one. I guess technically I knew the host, but I didn’t know him to the point where I’d leave the house to spend hours with him talking about nothing.
I figured I’d go to the event and surely there would be someone there that I knew. Los Angeles is a small town.
I pulled up to the address and gasped a little. Twenty or so years ago I almost married someone there. The Swede, it was a close call but thanks to my Grandfather it’s the wedding that never happened.
So I entered the party a little rattled but ready to put my best foot forward. After the scanning the crowd I realized I knew no one and I decided that this wasn’t going to be like a regular LA event where you show up and have drinks with people you already know and leave having met no one. I completely barged in on a conversation that three women were having.
“I’m going to go ahead and introduce myself. I’m Jessica.” And I extended my hand.
It felt like 852 years passed before smiles crossed everyone’s faces, but they did. And it was great. I met three amazing women and a man. A makeup artist, a German writer, an interior designer and one who never talked about her work. They were smart and they were funny and my circle of friends just got larger.
It was terrifying and I’m going to continue to terrify myself otherwise it’s just not worth leaving the house.