Frantically thinking about something that makes me more panicky

So, I've recently read a post on one of my FB groups which I really didn't mind until.... Now.

The post informed us that we were going to have a "Ball" of some sorts this coming Christmas. Honestly? I am excited! I haven't gone to a party in a while, the kind where you dress up and put on fancy make up and wear shoes that will make your feet cuss at you by the end of the night.

But suddenly, I thought about balls and the necessity (well, usually) of having dates. And I swear at that very moment, I choked. I frantically panicked! (Yes, redundant I know.) I hope that they don't make us bring dates, like it's the type of balls that you'd go into it dateless and get out of it with one. Is that a soirée? I'm sorry. But maybe, it CAN be that type o ball. But if it isn't, I. Am. Doomed.

I seriously don't want to go with someone who I'm not comfortable with. I don't want the dead airs and the painful awkward silences add up to the possible awkwardness of the night. I don't want to go with someone with whom I've had little conversations with because conversations will get me through the night and the lack thereof will kill me. It will.

I can go with someone I like. But the problem is, there's no one under that classification. Unless, I can grab one from the basketball team. But, really, there is no one.

I've realized just a few moments ago that I have very little guy friends whom I'm close with. And in the limited choice, there are very few who actually tower over me. So please, relieve me from my anxiety. If there's anyway.

Sigh.

Ky.