Ok, so this is first my first blog post ever, and I have to admit I'm a little nervous, but not sure why. So here goes nothing. And I promise to post every day, even if no one reads or comments. Oh and I'm not the best speller so please be nice.
So last night was Halloween, a night of debauchery, of girls dressed in the sexiest outfits they can find and guys wasted in make shift costumes trying to get their attention.. And for a single girl in hoboken, nj (me!) it means heading out to the bars w/ friends w/ hopes that maybe tonight I'll meet a great new guy and have some fun w/ my girls along the way. The first bar we went to, Madison's (known for it's a bit older crowd) was really dead, which sucks b/c it's one of my favorites. The bouncer even told us to head over to a different bar that would be more fun! In short the night consisted of shots, dudes in weird costumes..really weird costumes, some cute guys, and some akward conversations. The only promising prospect of the night..cute, sweet, funny, I ruined! I have the tendency to do this, I start talking up a guy, conversation is ok, not really flowing yet and then BAM! I get a bit chocked up and feel the need to get a way for a minute for a drink, or to find my friend, with all intentions of coming back to the guy of course. Just need a breather to compose myself, which usually ends w/ the guy disappearing and probably thinking I wasn't interested. So that's what happened last night, I was a bit tipsy, nervous talking to this guy and I needed a new drink, so without even saying I'll be right back, I sneak to the bar. Well 15 agonizing mins of waiting for a drink, I turn around and he's gone. To make matters even worse..20 mins later he's talking up some new girl..not cute at all mind you (I know kinda mean), but seriously not cute but he seems really into her. So this leaves me bummed and puts a damper on the rest of the night. One hour later I head home feeling like I missed a great oppurtunity w/ a cool guy and try to convince myself it wasn't meant to be. But, when your 27 and single, that cliche'd phrase starts to wear you down little by little and leave you wondering if it has any truth. But as a single girl who's had one too many bad dates, BF's, missed chances, sometimes it's all you have to keep you going. What do you think about that all to often used phrase?
Does anyone else do what I described here: need to get a way for a minute to compose yourself/create a little mystery when talking to a new guy? I'd love to hear what you guys have to say about dating, being single, so please chat away.
