The Recreation of Me

Barring some problems that happened at the beginning of last night, I had a great time last night. We went to my favorite bar and my favorite club. I miss dancing and meeting new people. It was a good way to celebrate my birthday. There were some not so great moments. I had the great misfortune of stepping in a pile of slush in my stiletto sandals and then the heel of my left shoe broke off ten minutes into dancing. I guess it's difficult to "get low" in 3.5 inch heels. Sabrina was amazing and broke the heel off my other shoe and I continued my night.

I ran into this guy I went to high school with. I remember having a huge crush on him for the greater portion of it. He said hello and gave me a hug. It's weird though, he would have never done that if were still in high school. Anyway, I'm not usually the kind of girl who attracts attention from the guys at the club when we go out. They normally are focused on Dia and her gorgeousness and Melissa. But last night was a different story. Granted I had more attention than I wanted. There were two Asian guys who were hassling me a bit. One grabbed my arm when I walked by to ask me where I was from. I looked at him and told him, Portland. He said he knew but wanted to know where I was from...ethnicity wise. I told him to guess and I tried walking away but he wouldn't let go of my arm. He then proceeded to tell me that his friend had a huge crush on me. Um no. So I shook my head and pulled my arm away. He caught me again later in the night and asked if he knew me. Apparently I look really familiar. Yeah, he needs to stop grabbing girls by the arm. It's creepy. Second Asian guy apparently thought he had a chance with me and my friend, Alanna. Apparently two Asian girls freak dancing is a beacon for guys. Funny. But he followed us around and would NOT leave us alone. So I got in his face and told him NO and walked off. Thus leading him to grab my arm and tell me that he'd leave us alone if we didn't go somewhere else. What a night. I did end up finding someone to dance with though. He was completely not creepy nor did he try to do anything shady. That's hard to find in a guy, especially when out clubbing. Anyway, we danced and I walked away without a name or a number. It felt good to do that.

It felt so weird getting all this attention from guys. Maybe there's something about me that says on the rebound that draws them in. They made me feel pretty, at least pretty enough for them to want to hit on me. Admittedly a slight confidence booster. Regardless, with all the people I met last night, I still found myself wishing I was with him. It doesn't mean anything to me that they thought I looked good for a night. It meant more when He did. I miss him telling me that I'm beautiful. He thought I was perfect. And having him tell me that meant the whole world to me. I guess my so called recovery can't be rushed.