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I went to a birthday party last tonight. Had a great time with my friends, and even though I had decided this afternoon that I was tired, and was almost not going to go I was - once again - among the last to leave. While I wasn't drinking (until almost the very end) my friends were, so we ended up doing the "drunken-girls-must-sing-and-dance-and-play". We were... well trying to rock, and I did my dancing pants moves for the gals since it was so much fun.



My dancing pants caught the eyes of a couple of the guys there, and they loved it so much they wanted more. Honestly, I wanted to be flattered by their leers, and their suggestions I get closer and give them a private dance. The thing of it is though... I wasn't. It kinda made me feel dirty, and not in that good way that a guy can make you feel if he looks at you as if you're the only woman in the world and if he doesn't kiss you right there and then he'll regret the rest of his life. These men were, well, the type that should be wearing raincoats in the middle of a drought in summer if you get my drift.

I don't mean to be shallow, but if they were only 40 years younger and two-thirds their body weight I may have been more likely to give them the lap dance they asked for. ( and they did ask for one.) Heck, my friends - all beautful women (and women men are more likely to look at then me) - did a dance and the guys said "nice, but not as good as your friend's."

After that I started drinking the Kiwi Margarita's.

I know I shouldn't, but sometimes....., sometimes I just feel like I will never find a guy who likes me. Other than men old enough to be my grandfather, and look like the kind of man you'll see on "Australia's Most Wanted." I don't want much. I just want - well, this isn't the time nor place for that, and no matter how many Kiwi Margarita's I drank before going home, I won't be finishing this thought here.

i just wish my life was as good as my friends think it is. I'm lonely.

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*hugs* I have the same problem. I only seem to attract men that are far too old or/and weird in a very alarming way (although not while dancing - for me that might actually be a way to drive them away... hmmm... ;-) ).

Thanks for the hug. I really should know better than to drink tequila; it always makes me sad.

although not while dancing - for me that might actually be a way to drive them away... hmmm... ;-) ).

I think it's the dance that attracts them. We were deliberately dancing like beheaded chickens with no legs, and yet, it turned the men on. Scary.



Ah, Erika... I think it's impossible to avoid at least a few days like that along the way. The trick is to keep it that few. I hope you're feeling better now, and y'know, you can always call on me for a ready ear. :-)

Thanks for your never-ending support. (Even when I don't use it, knowing you're in my corner helps like you wouldn't believe)

We had 'the autopsy' on the party today, and talking about party, from the dancing pants to the scarily-serious conversation about giving our boss a "back, crack and sac" wax (we even started to write a training manual on it) helped me a lot. I had forgotten how much fun we did have; the whole sleazy guy time didn't take up as much time as I remembered.

I just gotta remember that being in a relationship does not validate your existence. And hey - on a lighter note, I guess this means out of all my friends, I have the best butt! :g:

Thanks for your never-ending support. (Even when I don't use it, knowing you're in my corner helps like you wouldn't believe)

It goes both ways, my friend. :-)

We had 'the autopsy' on the party today, and talking about party, from the dancing pants to the scarily-serious conversation about giving our boss a "back, crack and sac" wax (we even started to write a training manual on it) helped me a lot.

LOL! Oh, my... :g: I'm glad you're feeling better.

I had forgotten how much fun we did have; the whole sleazy guy time didn't take up as much time as I remembered.

I think the holidays tend to exascerbate such bad feelings, too. The holidays temporarily alter our perspectives, make us see and want ideal lifestyles, maybe even expect them. It's easy to fall prey to holiday blues. But don't do it, I say! Concentrate on heating that wax! :g:

I just gotta remember that being in a relationship does not validate your existence.

Absolutely not. I feel sad for those who think it does or who settle because they think it does.

And hey - on a lighter note, I guess this means out of all my friends, I have the best butt! :g:

LOL! Use it wisely, my friend. ; )


*Hugs*, hon. You're not alone. Me, I always get the short weirdoes intent on having conversations with my breasts -- and they've never spoken a word of encouragement to my knowledge.

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