Pitié

I just got home from the bar, and decided to blog before bed. This makes three blogs in less than 24 hours--I'm on a roll!

My friend Sq sent me a message last night telling me she was going to the bar and would like me to join her and her friend. She also said she was planning to dress "Slutty," and requested I do the same. I don't dress slutty, I don't believe anyone needs to see what my mama gave me.

However, after talking to Ink, I decided--just this once!--to let loose and have some fun. This kind of fell in with my recent plans, so my arm wasn't too twisted. As an added bit of spontaneity, I invited Ink. Hard to believe, but why not.

I was only at the bar for a couple hours, but it was fun to be free from my self induced funk, and free from my shyness.

Sq was quite smitten with my outfit, but sadly it had little effect on the desired gender. Ink was hit on several times, which made me feel worse about myself.

This is not unusual for me-- a feeling of depression after a night of fun. No matter how much fun I have, or what I wear, or how I project myself, I come home feeling the same--I am still single, always will be. Which is fine as a lifestyle, no complaints, but it would be nice to feel like someone is interested in me. Rather hard to have a baby on my own.

Please excuse the pity party, needed to get that out. Better get used to it, this is my life, bloggy style. I just wish I knew why.