Gemotions

The music started, and everyone began to dance. I immediately felt the need to get off the dance floor, and feigned an urgent need to use the restroom. I avoided eye contact with everyone as I made my way through the throng of dancers, feeling like I was navigating a crowded subway car.

The bathroom offered a momentary sanctuary. I splashed cold water on my face, hoping to quell the pounding in my head. Looking in the mirror, I saw a stranger, a tense and tightly wound version of myself. I was acutely aware of every detail: the way my hair was styled, the slight tremor in my hands.

I took several deep breaths, trying to collect myself. This was ridiculous. He wasn’t worth this. But the thought didn’t bring much comfort. When I finally emerged from the bathroom, I stayed as close as I could to the edges of the room, scanning the crowd, determined to avoid any unnecessary interactions.