2002-02-18 - Hi, My Name Is....I Don't Really Care

Out On The Town

For the first time in a long time I went out to a bar this weekend. And it all came back to me why I hardly ever go. Aside from the fact that I don't have time. The fact is, I don't much enjoy getting checked out by guys (sure, it's flattering, but it makes me uncomfortable). I wish I had a sign on my forehead "I have a significant other. You have no chance." I'm also not a fan of making small talk with people you'll never see again. Especially if they are (somewhat) drunk. It's amusing for the first few minutes, but then it gets boring. And annoying. And how do you just walk away when they have cornered you and are touching your leg. * I have a HUGE personal bubble space and you're in it. Get out! Finally, you go home stinking. But, thanks to the new no smoking law, I didn't smell of cancer stick smoke, but I did get beer spilled on my shirt and my (freshly washed) jacket. By said (slightly) drunk guy. Grrr. But as he said:

"No sense crying over spilled beer."