I've always liked the idea of Blogging, and I truly enjoy reading those random blogs that people write about the ridiculous things that happen in their lives. These two elements of my personality have led me to the moment - a moment which I do believe will later be described as insanity - to decide to write my very own blog. I have ridiculous things that happen in my life, and the world needs to know! Mind you, I am aware that my blogs will probably only be read by the people who know me, and therefore, they know all the ridiculous on goings in my life, however, I don't necessarily see that as a deterrent to writing them all down. Now that all of the explanation and reasoning has been written down, I feel as though I can go on writing a blog as though it is something that I have always done. So without further adieu:
I've decided that the best place to go when in need of an ego boost is to the Gay bar. Gay boy compliments are always the best kind to receive, because they are always genuine. Generally, there isn't a need to spare your feelings when telling you that those jeans make you look like a sausage stuffed into a too tight casing, or that shirt makes you look pregnant. This is particularly true, when the gay boy in question doesn't know you. This being said, when you are at a gay bar, surrounded by several men who have never met you, and could not care less about making you sad, and one of them turns to you and says "Aw, Honey, you're gorgeous" it is quite possibly the best compliment. Because: a. you know that they mean it and b. there isn't the ulterior motive of getting into your fabulous pants.
The problem that arises when one goes to a bar, and this is any bar I think, is the issue of creepers. I have a severe distaste for getting drunkenly hit on at a bar, even more so when someone introduces themselves five or six times. It's possible that I'm generally far to Sober to be able to appreciate the level of drunk that many people are at, but I feel like there is a right way and a wrong way to pick up on people in a bar. And staring at them with that " I just got out of jail, and you'll do" look isn't the right way. There should be a happy medium between staring at someone from across the room and never making a move, and surprising them from behind with a dry hump and an ass grab.
That's All for Tonight.
