Soppy gay shit
This sounds very strange and maybe slightly pathetic, but after last night, I feel like a completely different person. I feel like I have so much confidence right now, which for me is a pretty big deal, as those closest to me most likely know that I have next to none.
Even if it did take my friends forcing me to talk to the guy, I did it. I wasn’t awkward or shy or weird. I was myself, albeit drunk, and it worked. I even got his number, along with everything else, and now I’ve just text him.
The best part is, I don’t even care if it was all alcohol fuelled, and not all that genuine. I don’t even care whether or not he replies. From what started as a shit night at Verve, has actually given me something I never thought I’d have: some god-damn self respect, and also that you really have nothing to lose by talking to that guy. Or anyone, for that matter.
