My straight-friend and excoworker's girlfriend called and asked me if I wanted to go to dinner with them tonight in north beach. I don't get to see him much, and his girlfriend is really cool (faghag in training, I like to call her)... so I told them I'd go.
Along the way I went to see Taking Lives with some other friends, and I must say I was very impressed... ultimately, a very good show, me thinks :)
Anyway... toward the end amongst conversations I was informed that this was a "couples" thing... a fact I wasn't aware of when I first said I'd go. My concern went up a little, because it always seems whenever there are a couple of couples together the fifth-wheel always ends up feeling like... well... the fifth wheel.
I'm happy to say that my concerns, while perhaps founded, were completely unrealized. We all got a drink or two (maybe that helped? ;)) and then dinner, and had a great time. I spent the entire night lecturing the female side of their couple-friends about nutrition, dieting, and human metabolism (like I'm such an expert)... she seemed very interested in all of it, and I enjoyed talking about it.
What does this all lead up to? The basic idea that though I occasionally have concerns about a situation, they may not be realized at all. If I hadn't gone, I couldn't possibly have had such a good time with them... my paranoia of the possiblity of a bad time would have prevented me from realizing the possibility of having a good time. I'd say that's worth it... and that I need to be less paranoid (and maybe a bit more consistently drunk... ;)
(I'm kidding about the drunk part :P)