I’m nervous.

In a few hours I’m going to have lunch with the hubsters boss. He’s totally not a scary boss, and his wife is VERY nice - obviously since she invited me to lunch - but I’m still nervous.

See, for the last few years, the majority of my interaction with people has been online. Via blogs, groups, loops, forums…etc, etc.

“Real people” have kind of fallen by the wayside in my world.

9 times out of 10, I don’t even notice how weird I am. It’s those occasions though when I’m with a group of real people and try to share in the conversation by sharing a stoory about my “friend.”

You know, that strange online presense that I’ve never actually met in person and could, in theory, be a dirty old man instead of the hip romance writer I think she is.

Because occasionally, that awful question comes, “oh, how do you know this person?”

“Uh, I don’t really.”

Try and come back from that conversational blunder!

The last time I was surrounded by lots of friends was in college. It was easy to make friends back then because you were in forced surroundings with them. Now…not so easy.

And it was easy to put off making friends in Seattle, and then again in Maryland because both places, we knew we’d only be there for a set amount of time. Two years without a lot of friends - no problem!

But now we made a move that’s permanant.

Theoretically this is where I’ll live forever, buy a house, raise kids, all that garbage. I really have to start interacting with real people.

*Sigh* And it all starts with lunch today. Wish me luck!

Oh, and am I the only one like this? Please tell me I’m not. Is it a writer thing to be such a HUGE loner?