A Great Realization at a Great Restaurant

Last night, after Improv, I had a great time going to the Plum Blossom and grabbing a bite to eat. It was great, but interesting, because it was one of those outings where you learn about a person's style more then the person. How do I mean? Good that you should ask, because I was just about to launch into an explanation.

(I'm not going to drop names, and out people, because that's rude, and that's not the point of what happened.)

In group situations, I typically struggle for recognition. I see groups as a test for attention. I fear if I don't attempt to capture everyones attention, they'll just not care that I'm there.

Last night, however, I wasn't interested in struggling to control attention. I was aware who wanted to be alpha male at that table, and I let him. He did his thing, he held the floor for the most of the night, moving between monologues and flash backs to past loves. It would have been interesting had I felt it were a conversation, but it felt like more like I was being sold a display case of him. "Hey buddy, ya wunna buy my personality!" I sound critical. I like the guy, I just hope he's not quite so dominant all the time.

Do I sound like a passive weenie? Actually, I went wall flower last night because I was confident...which is quite rare if you know me! I sat there last night and realized I'm a great conversationalist, and funny, and smart, and thoughtful, and I listen well. I have it all! Except for the incredible pecs.

It was relaxing to sit, and pitch ideas when I wanted to, not when I needed to.