A little rewrite on a topic I've done before somewhere else
Dear Potential Friend that I met at gathering,

I like you. I really do. I really liked your jokes and when you said Jimmy Carr was annoying I was in full agreement. I thought us and the rest of the group had a wonderful evening.

But I'm quiet. That's just who I am. This doesn't mean I'm a stuck up cow, or didn't like you. I just find it hard to talk. In a group like the one we were in yesterday evening I just listen and listen and then it’s apparently time to go home. What? Already? I was warming up to say a lovely anecdote about the dog you mentioned...

I discovered I was quiet during of all things, a LAN event. An incredibly drunk person I know a few years ago pointed at me and says “YOU! You’re so quiet!”

I am? Really? This baffled my sober and tired self, which confused his drunken and hyperactive self.

More eloquent or bitchy types would bounce back with renditions of “well if you just shut up I’d have a chance!” I’m not like that. I’m nice. I want to be liked, and to be seen as nice. So interrupting is to be avoided. So is dominating the conversation, hijacking the topic and various other sins. This then leaves me in a situation of constantly deliberating every future conversation move, pondering what to say, and then by the time I’ve worked something out it’s all changed.

Then someone being socially considerate like you notices and asks me a question. I’ve spent the past few minutes processing the previous topic so I can say something that might be interesting or useful. Unfortunately, that’s not what you’re being asked about seeing as the rest of the group moved on ages ago. So I mumbled something incoherent like “errr, ok, I guess?” and there’s a brief silence and then someone loud and articulate rescues me with “Well, that reminds me of…” OR I plough on and accidentally imply that I like fornicating with goats.

Goats are fine creatures of course, but I think the person in the group who donates to the RSPCA may suddenly have issues with me. Heaven forbid I try to remember a joke… since when could people ever remember a clean joke? I consume b3ta like it's nutella on toast covered in dopamine sprinkles. I blink, think… and all that comes into my head are dead babies and wife beaters. Or I'm with the people you know who like sick jokes? All I can remember is my childhood fascination with Sydney Youngblood.

I love people, really. I love parties, and gatherings despite my silence and soberness. I’m not anti-social - I just don’t want to say I’m humping goats.

Love,
arthmelow
(mmmm curry doesn't really understand this sig lark, Thu 4 Mar 2010, 15:46, 4 replies)

This is heartbreaking.
Bwahahahahahah.
(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Thu 4 Mar 2010, 15:51, closed)

You think *that's* bad?
I'm waiting for Amorous Badger to turn up, and shove me in the Aspergers' section he appears to have on his fail archive.
(mmmm curry doesn't really understand this sig lark, Thu 4 Mar 2010, 16:04, closed)

You are me
aicmfp
(bill, Thu 4 Mar 2010, 15:53, closed)

No he's not
I am.

Don't tell the others that I told you
(Dwarfsmuggler Has hogtied Snow White, Thu 4 Mar 2010, 15:57, closed)

xkcd has a t-shirt for such people like that
I have that *and* the special mong-ness that has an inability to listen properly and think of things to say: so I'll either spend the time listening to everyone or just talk randomly and interrupt and change the topic constantly.

^_^
(mmmm curry doesn't really understand this sig lark, Thu 4 Mar 2010, 16:00, closed)

Wait, was that me?

( gone, Thu 4 Mar 2010, 16:27, closed)

hehe
Oh come on! Who else would have done it?

Edit: I assume you mean the drunk person. The person this is addressed to is female and blond, and afaik at the time, sober...
(mmmm curry doesn't really understand this sig lark, Thu 4 Mar 2010, 17:43, closed)

Just think faster
Or less; Either's good.
( IHaveABadFeelingAboutThis most likely working from home on, Thu 4 Mar 2010, 18:09, closed)