I had almost talked myself out of going to the Halloween Party. I didn’t know anybody and it felt like a pity invite anyways. Girl at work just feeling bad for the new chubby guy, but here I was, standing in the costume shop … wishing I were more of a man and anything else but some insecure guy that worked at a call center.
“Hey there. I’m Marnie.” A woman’s voice came from behind and I spun to find a small woman with red hair standing there with a welcoming smile. “Looking for something unique, eh?”
“I guess, but … not really sure–”
“You belong?” she asked. “I can spot guys like you a mile away. Nothing to be ashamed of.” She rummaged through the racks, glanced back at me and nodded. “Yeah, you look like a 1940.”