Yeah... no... lock yourself in a room and watch a TV series if you want to relax (with or without cat at cat's leisure). Trying to relax in ways that depend on other people only leads to frustration. 
But I neeeeeeed people!
And really some of the relaxing things shouldn't involve other people, but apparently they just want to horn in.
And forgive me for my response here, this is the sort of thing that my friends tell me makes me "queen out" (I hate the term but the only better one is "Gay Best Friend out" which is almost as bad, I think

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The BAD: so... there's this guy doing an internship in my office over the summer that I've kind of had a crush on for a while... I am monumentally F A I L at this... 
OMG. First of all, nothing relaxes me like gossip so tell me EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nownownownonownownow!!
Hair color, eye color, glasses? No glasses? Tall? Thin? Muscular? Short? What's his clothing style like? Okay, if you're monumentally fail we may have to start small with the other questions. Have you talked to him yet?
So, I have moderate game I would say. Most of the time. The more interested I am in someone, however, the less flirtatious I am and the less game I have.
Okay, cannot believe I'm going to tell this story on the Internet but I will. Fine.
SO, last summer we had two interns at my store. One of whom was SUPER cute. To protect the innocent we'll call him "Peter". Now, some quick recon (my friends and I are experts) revealed that he was -- in fact -- gay. But taken. Still, super cute. But, I know I'm not making any moves -- so that should have put me back up to my usual cool factor, right? All before we ever speak -- very efficient, very cool. In theory.
So, our first conversation went something like this.
HIM: I don't think we've met yet.
ME: No, no, we haven't. I'm uh...... I'm...
HIM: I'm...
BOTH OF US: Peter.
Yes, that's right. Even though I'm wearing a clearly visible name tag. Even though my name is decidely NOT Peter. I managed to introduce myself with his name to him. (I sort of switched mid-sentence from stammering through introducing myself to finishing his sentence -- finishing his sentence would also have been a bad move though. All in all, it was very bad moment for my brain.)
The good news is, when you embarrass yourself that badly there's not really anywhere to go downhill to, so I did regain my cool factor pretty swiftly afterwards.