ooooooohhhhh the fuddling, a march of phrases

I've been enjoying seeing the ducks take their naps in the grass.

The truth of the matter is I am much more comfortable sitting on the porch swing by myself, sometimes feeling wistful, than I am when a boy is interested and I answer the phone. I always feel like not answering.
No awkward voices, pauses, speaking over each other.
None of me hanging up on anyone because I think goodbyes are awkward.
But I answer and imagine myself throwing the phone at their face.
I could almost be considered terrible or pitiful.
Now the question is, when I show up at a barbeque of strangers, what happens when I try to avoid the meat?