I just attended my first social function as an Army wife, with other Army wives. It was a "lingerie party". I was unsure of what to expect, and since I am more of a white cotton panties (or better yet, boy-cut underwear--they-re so cute) kinda girl I wasn't looking forward to it.
Anyway, it ended up just being a few bored wives sitting around talking while the husbands and kids were exiled to the backyard. I got to drink and to meet some new people, so it wasn't so bad. And no one was modeling any tacky lingerie, so I really had nothing to fear.
It was only the second social thing I've been a part of since we were forced to move here, the other being a dinner party with the local pagan circle. Both were nice times. It would be really great to meet someone I could actually bond with, though. No one I've met lately has the same interests in music and such (with the exception of one of my husband's buddies, and I can't exactly go hang out with him...), so it just sucks. I've always been more "one of the boys" and girls make me nervous. Hence the problem.
Most people who have the same interests as me are intimidated by the fact that I have kids (or just don't like dealing with them, or hanging out at my house instead of the club; either way).Feh, I'm waxing whiney, so I should probably take my ass to bed.
Anyway, it ended up just being a few bored wives sitting around talking while the husbands and kids were exiled to the backyard. I got to drink and to meet some new people, so it wasn't so bad. And no one was modeling any tacky lingerie, so I really had nothing to fear.
It was only the second social thing I've been a part of since we were forced to move here, the other being a dinner party with the local pagan circle. Both were nice times. It would be really great to meet someone I could actually bond with, though. No one I've met lately has the same interests in music and such (with the exception of one of my husband's buddies, and I can't exactly go hang out with him...), so it just sucks. I've always been more "one of the boys" and girls make me nervous. Hence the problem.
Most people who have the same interests as me are intimidated by the fact that I have kids (or just don't like dealing with them, or hanging out at my house instead of the club; either way).Feh, I'm waxing whiney, so I should probably take my ass to bed.