It isn't that I'm self conscious. I'm not. Really. I have no problem talking in front of people, eating in front of people, or pretty much just being myself when the occasion calls for it. But bars? Never really saw the appeal. Sure, it was fun to go out dancing once in a while, and it was always amusing to see how much more guys appreciated some 'junk in the trunk' when they were out shaking a move on the dance floor. But most of the time I don't approach strangers, and they don't approach me. Maybe the bars I hang out in just don't attract that sort of clientele, I don't know. Whatever the case, I'd rather eat some ice cream and watch Hoarders on TV while laughing to myself than go out drinking. Usually. Tonight was different somehow. I could feel it. I had the itch to get out of my apartment, make my way downtown. I'm not exactly sure why. Maybe it was a full moon, or I'd had too much coffee this morning. No one was urging me, either.
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