Dan stood stolidly outside the Women’s Club as the clock sounded 11 p.m.
He was feeling more comfortable (and cool) standing on the sidewalk by
himself watching people go by. He always felt the most relaxed when he
was by himself, or with a couple of close friends. Larger groups or crowds
made him exceedingly self-conscious because of his size.
The most embarrassing thing for him was all the attention lavished upon him
after winning the Whiskeydaddle Festival. During the competition, he didn’t
even think about the crowd, but after he was announced as the winner
everyone came up to him with excited, expectant eyes – it felt like hundreds
of them – and he couldn’t match their gaze, not even the little kids. He felt
like they were expecting him to say something witty and clever or at least
interesting but yet he was struck mute, which made him even more anxious
and self-conscious – the last thing he wanted anyone to think was that he
was a big, dumb animal. But yet there he was.
So, now, standing on the sidewalk, he felt more at ease. He didn’t really care
about dancing or the New Year. He could still hear the music which was nice
and so he walked around the Women’s Club. While looking at its façade, his
attention was drawn to a second-floor windows where two lithe women
were sitting casually looking out at the city.