When introverts turn extrovert
I managed to get a bunch of people down the pub last night (no small feat for an introvert don'tyaknow) and it was epically awesome. Also very sad: the reason I went out last night was because my favourite ever barman was leaving the only pub I go to near work. It's genuinely upset me: I spend far more time in that pub than I should and I loved having a chat with him. Sadness. Anyway, I wish him the absolute best, and given he'll be working at a pub down Shaftesbury Avenue, I am sure I'll see him again, considering how often I'm in Soho. :D
Something that sucked, though, was a friend of a friend whom I'd never met before. Absolutely stunningly beautiful, and the kind of not-quite-straight that means she will kiss women but would never go all the way or, horror of horrors, have a relationship with a woman. She spent the whole night attempting to come on to me. Now I'm as susceptible to flattery as the next person so I relished the attention to a point, but it also massively irritated me that because I'm gay, she was trying it on with me.
I've just written that and subsequently realised she might actually have found me attractive. God my self-esteem sucks. My natural assumption is just that because I am very much out and proud, I get attention, not because women think I am attractive. I need to work on that.
Anyhow, I was on form last night, managing to talk to loads of people and generally be social-butterflyesque. Friday is Mohawk Day for me at work, so the hair was huge and awesome (which is why aforementioned Straightish Bird noticed me) and I was also wearing bright red lipstick, with a beige/red/blue uber-dykey checked shirt, a tight brown t-shirt (which, frankly, makes my tits look [more] amazing), burgundy mini-skirt, black tights and worker boots. I looked a bit of a mess, but, dare I say it, a hot mess.
Also, I am delighted Flatmate/mightaswellbemywife is back. I came in completely wankered and practically fell onto him hugging him. He called me a soft twat. He's right.