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I'm a gay man and have been with my partner for a little over ten years. He's very sociable, and I'm very quiet and shy. He's involved with an activity (dance classes and events) which takes up his Friday and sometimes Saturday evenings. They are my idea of hell - not only can I not dance, even if I could, I would be too self-conscious. The events also often involve drinking, something I rarely do.
We are both self employed, working from home, and frankly, I don't have many friends - I don't have many opportunities to meet new people, and even when such occasions arise, I always feel on the periphery. We live in a semi-rural part of Scotland, and I don't really feel I fit in either - nobody is rude or unpleasant, it's just that I didn't grow up in this small area, and have few things in common.
Anyway, so you've got the picture - I'm the misery, he's the fun ;-) So generally on these evenings I go hiking or cycling. That suits me fine.
Recently, an acquaintance in a nearby town, about ten miles away, has started an LGBT social night at a bar - it starts quite early in the evening, and runs into the night.
I really wanted to go, and so asked my partner if he'd mind coming to this instead. He wasn't interested. So I asked if he'd like to come for part of it. Again, no, it would ruin his evening at his activity.
I realise that it comes across as me being very needy - I guess, I am really. I find it so difficult to deal with crowds.
So, having learnt that some people I knew would be there, I went along on my own, and stayed about half an hour. I just latched on to the people I knew, and was conscious I was hogging their time. I just felt so out of place and awkward. So I made my excuses and left.
I feel rather hurt that my partner couldn't give up even part of one Friday evening to do something together, but especially when he knew how important it was for me.
I feel so isolated here, and incapable of making any real friends. I could really have done with his help in chatting to new people - he's so good at it, and once I feel more comfortable around a person, I am much more sociable.
I suppose I'm a bit of a cuckoo - no social skill of my own, and dependant on stealing his. No wonder he doesn't want to come and be a fucking crutch.