So I had my birthday recently and I kind of got depressed because I am still single. I am well into my twenties and still have never been in a serious long-term relationship. Time just keeps ticking by and I’m just over here, by myself, alone. After moping around for a while I decided I needed to start really seriously trying to date… so I downloaded another dating app. That’ll do it I thought.
I got one of the popular dating apps that I had not tried
before and found it was way worse than the one I regularly use. It seems to only
show you people that are at least 50 miles away or more. Needless to say it hasn’t helped much. The
problem is I live in an area where there are very few people to date so I
basically hate it. I have also become
more reclusive lately and have been feeling very trepidatious about meeting
people for dates so I basically hate that too. I also noticed it seems like the
majority of people on dating apps are just the dregs of the dating pool. They
either seem to be fat, ugly, weird, or just losers that live in their parent’s basements
like me. So I hate everything.
In related news I went to a gay bar for the first time
recently and it was surprisingly fun. My
sister invited me to go out drinking with her and her friends so I did. I usually don’t
like doing stuff like that, but I decided I would give it a try. We started out
the night at her apartment with a few drinks. I had drank once before, but I
did not notice it have any effect on me. I was curious about how it would affect me
this time. I started out with a hard cider and three shots of vodka. Then we went to a bar and I had a mixed
drink. I started to notice feeling loose at that time and having more fun. We
went to another bar and I had another mixed drink. Then we went to the gay bar
and I had another two mixed drinks. So by that time I had eight drinks.
The bar had a dance area with about 40 people dancing and my
sister and her friend wanted to go dance. They tried to get me to dance, but I
was too self-conscious so I resisted.
They pulled me over anyway and I gradually started getting into it.
There were a few hotties there and we locked eyes a couple times so it was fun
to think they were staring at me. The bar had some stripper poles and I started
to dance on those. It is really fun to dance like a slut and try to seduce
other guys. This one guy started eyeing me and tried to get me to dance with
him on the stripper pole. I kind of wanted to, but I was too uncomfortable so I
didn’t. After we left the bar I regretted not doing it.
When we got back to the apartment I threw up a couple times
and then in the morning I threw up a couple more times. It was pretty miserable,
especially since their apartment has no air conditioning and it was like 90 degrees outside. Overall the dancing was really fun, but I wish I was drunker so I would have danced with that guy... and maybe made out with him a little.
