The Stanton Social was abuzz with chatter and music. The excitement was palpable as people tried to introduce themselves to each other. Evidently most of them were sailing in the same boat of unsurety and hesitance. Before she had time to reassure herself a chubby lady in her early thirties sporting the hugest grin ambled towards her with a clipboard and a pen. “Hello sweetie. You here for the ABC? Well don’t be shy now. Just fill out your details here. Real name or alias, and list your blog only if you’re up to it. No pressure… It’s your call.” Not waiting for her response, she shoved the board under Alesia’s chin. With a meek smile she grabbed the board and scribbled out her details.
“Oh and honey once you’re done could you please pass the board on to the hot guy behind you?” Chubs yelled in the background. Turning around Alesia found herself standing four inches from the most gorgeous guy she’d ever laid her eyes on. Well over six feet tall and dressed in jeans, a navy dress shirt and tan loafers, he could’ve easily passed off as a model (instead of the psychopath stalker he probably was). Taking the clipboard from her while slyly giving her a once over he read her name out loud, making her blush. “So Alesia, is that your real name or the fictitious identity you’ve decided to assume for the special occasion?” And the bubble burst! For all that he had going for him in the looks department, he sounds like a fifteen year old at the throes of puberty. “No that’s actually me”, she smiled back sweetly. Clearly she had put her finger on the cause of his anonymity! “Adam”. “Nice to meet you Adam. I’ll see you around” she said politely and excused herself.
In the main area she spotted a host of sharply dressed men, coiffed and done up women, a smattering of hipsters, a few yuppies, too many nerds and a whole group of gays. Not knowing which way to go, she decided to play it safe and head to the bar. She’d been to The Stanton Social twice before. Once on a random date set up by Megan, self proclaimed shoe addict & best friend extraordinaire and another time for a colleague’s farewell. Both times the food had been great and the cocktails exquisite.
Propping herself up on a barstool and managing to catch the waiter’s eye, she asked for a Bea’s Gin-Lemon Mojito and tried to assimilate her thoughts. She’d made up her mind to go with the truth about herself without revealing her blogger identity or the blog. That way she could relax and enjoy her cocktails without getting stressed about improvising on the spot. That’s when he approached her.
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