tipsy musings
Mar. 17th, 2005 01:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thehefnerI just got back from Andy's with some peeps. Some old friends came in from out of town, and even though drinking is one of the last things I should be doing in my current state, I went anyway. Hell, I would have spent this evening in my room, on the internet, mulling and sulking. Which is never good.
I do love bars when we're pretty much the only ones there. There was only one other group, two girls and two guys, all around 25 years old. And God damn if one of the girls- tall, blonde, very attractive- wasn't checking me out. Seriously, she kept glancing over at me every time I went to the bar to get a drink or some water. If she didn't have her boyfriend there, I would totally have struck up a conversation. Heck, I probably should have anyway, but I regaled myself to the back room with the rest of my friends, and we had a nice enough evening for all that.
You know, regardless of what I keep hearing people say, I still find it hard to believe the possibility that I'm an attractive person and that people would be interested in me. My sexy tight jeans aside, I look in the mirror and I still see Samwise Gamgee. So when a girl I don't even know keeps glancing at me several times over the course of an evening, it still takes me off guard.
I've often wondered how, after college, I would meet people. Where would I go? Bars? Not my scene, really. Clubs? I'm an intellectual, not a dancer. Comic conventions? Hell, the women there are either straight and taken or lesbians and still taken. The theatre? Hell, I'm attracted to actresses, but I learned the hard way that it's a baaaaaaaaaaad idea to date within the theatre. We all loves us the drama way too much, and will actually go to lengths to create situations where drama will unfold.
See, all I had was one drink and now I feel totally discombobulated. It was a Milky Way, that is: Vanilla stoli, chocolate liquor, and Bailleys. Yummy yummy yum yum! But yeah, I'm kinda nyarg right now. Bed's probably a good idea, if I can just calm my thoughts to sleep.
I do love bars when we're pretty much the only ones there. There was only one other group, two girls and two guys, all around 25 years old. And God damn if one of the girls- tall, blonde, very attractive- wasn't checking me out. Seriously, she kept glancing over at me every time I went to the bar to get a drink or some water. If she didn't have her boyfriend there, I would totally have struck up a conversation. Heck, I probably should have anyway, but I regaled myself to the back room with the rest of my friends, and we had a nice enough evening for all that.
You know, regardless of what I keep hearing people say, I still find it hard to believe the possibility that I'm an attractive person and that people would be interested in me. My sexy tight jeans aside, I look in the mirror and I still see Samwise Gamgee. So when a girl I don't even know keeps glancing at me several times over the course of an evening, it still takes me off guard.
I've often wondered how, after college, I would meet people. Where would I go? Bars? Not my scene, really. Clubs? I'm an intellectual, not a dancer. Comic conventions? Hell, the women there are either straight and taken or lesbians and still taken. The theatre? Hell, I'm attracted to actresses, but I learned the hard way that it's a baaaaaaaaaaad idea to date within the theatre. We all loves us the drama way too much, and will actually go to lengths to create situations where drama will unfold.
See, all I had was one drink and now I feel totally discombobulated. It was a Milky Way, that is: Vanilla stoli, chocolate liquor, and Bailleys. Yummy yummy yum yum! But yeah, I'm kinda nyarg right now. Bed's probably a good idea, if I can just calm my thoughts to sleep.
