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Last night I decided to take initiative and go out downtown, without waiting for an invitation! I called a few friends, and found some old coworkers already at the bars. When I arrived downtown I found out I was meeting them at a Gothic Club... Interesting, since I do not dance, nor was I dressed for that scene (I am never dressed for that scene). I didn't dispute, gave my hugs, and we proceeded into the club, after a female friend stuffed money down my shirt on the sidewalk, to pay for my cover charge.

We weren't there very long. My friends had some inner drama going on I didn't involve myself with. This, however, set the pace for the evening. They tried to force me to dance, and in my attempt at refusal I kept having to walk about to get beer as an excuse. I really didn't want to drink at all, since I live an hour from downtown, plus another 20 minutes on the train to get to where my car was parked. What I wanted didn't matter. After 2 beers my friends had some blow out I missed, and the other girl of the group came up to me and literally dragged me to the bar. Turns out we were doing shots. She let me choose, so naturally it was Southern Comfort.

We did our shots and she made me dance. I still was laughing hysterically at the thought of me dancing to 80's music at a Goth Club. So she decided to grab some guy, dressed like Marty McFly, I shit you not, and make him dance with me. He was surprisingly pretty in to the idea, which shocked me since she pulled him from a group of 4 other women. We danced for a while, him showing me how to step and making me twirl a bunch (I don't tell people I used to be a dancer, I prefer to let them think I am totally naive on the dance floor), then she took me back. Turns out, she wanted to take me home last night, and continued to feel me up. I obviously couldn't let her, so I giggled and walked over to the guys we had came with.

One of them had been in the bathroom puking the entire time we were there, while the other confronted me and told me he really wanted to kiss me. Again, I refused. I didn't want even more drama, so I feel like I made the right choice. The plan was for me to drive them home, but after only being there an hour and a half, and having now taken multiple shots and drank had multiple beers, I told the group I couldn't drive yet. I got them in a taxi and continued to sit awkwardly and people watch for another hour before finally taking my depart. On the train back to the car, I was asked, in front of everyone, to essentially remove my shirt and show my tattoo. Instead I just gave him a wider look at the image, and received knuckles from him for doing so. This is the sort of typical attention I receive, but not exactly flattering.

I am proud of myself for making an attempt at being social, but disappointed I still ended the night alone looking like a reject.