I hooked up at a Halloween party, a few weeks ago.
I remember not wanting to go, and regretting my decision as soon as I knocked on the front door. A coworker of mine was hosting the party, and it was more of a courtesy invite, one I didn’t even intend on acknowledging. But I started thinking about how I stay in every year, and every time I do nothing for the spooky season I end up regretting it and kicking off the holidays depressed.
Coworker was married, and the party was something she and her husband threw every year. They only had two rules: BYOB, and wear a costume. So I thought fuck it, stopped by the local Halloween shop and bought myself a Ghostface costume. Yeah, like the one from Scream.
A six-pack purchase later, and I found myself standing in front of the door at the Halloween party, knocking. I figured the costume would at least keep my identity a secret for a while, and I could at least have a little fun and dip out when I’d had enough. Nobody really talked to me at work, so even if I didn’t reveal my face, it’s not like it would matter.