(Alcohol assisted) Confidence!

Ok, so I went out last night to a club in the city. This was despite being told to stay home with my younger brother by my parents who are away in Adelaide. They're celebrating their anniversary by taking a well-deserved break from their troublesome offspring (ie. me and Mark, but mainly me!). But it's not the fact that I was rebellious and went out that this is about, it's about what happened.

If you've been out somewhere with me you'll know that I'm not that great at picking up - it's only happened once! - because I get shy and nervous when I see someone I like. Well last night a few interesting things took place:

The person I picked up (a month or so ago) was there. This wouldn't have been so awkward if that night I met them I hadn't walked off, promised to return, and then didn't come back! So I spent a decent while hiding behind my friends and trying to make my face look different by doing strange facial expressions, in the hope they wouldn't recognise me! I managed to successfully avoid them for about an hour before I accidentally made eye contact and they started to walk towards me. A few thoughts went through my head - should I pretend not to remember? Should I pretend I'm in a relationship? Should I run away in case they're angry and are contemplating attacking me? (ok, not so likely I know, but even on a good day I'm not the most rational person!). I went with the second option, and it worked. They left me alone after about a minute or two of semi-awkward conversation. Phew! No bruises/slap marks/sore genitalia for Dale!

The few people I knew who were there, knew a lot of other people, and I found myself able to talk to these other people I didn't yet know with relative ease. Didn't feel uncomfortable or anything. I was completely content with myself and the way I was interacting with them, which is pretty much a first for me. Possibly made a few new friends! I was even able to approach and talk to someone that I liked the look of! We talked for quite a while and got along pretty well. The whole situation worked out a whole lot better than how I imagined it would play out. Apparently I'm likable after all. Oh, and I have nice teeth... :) Nothing happened between me and the person I liked the look of, but in the end I didn't really mind. I was just happy that I took the first step - even if it was aided by alcohol.

Finally, Dale is gradually building in confidence! Look out world. :P

Smooth Operater.