Part of this is a social experiment, and part of it is simply because I’m a person who needs to be around humans at. all. times. Recently, I’ve been venturing out of my cozy one-bedroom apartment, to some local bars – you guessed it – all by myself. A beer for one, please.
Why, you may ask? Well…a few reasons:
- I love to be around people, in case you missed that above.
- I’m single…so um, yeah, it’s not as if I’m going to take Jack.
- Meet new friends
- Try new things
- Get. Out. Side.
- Get my ass off the couch
- Why not?
So, by now you’re saying, “say no more, Ker…this sounds like a great idea!” But see, I’m lazy. In case you didn’t gather that before. I mean it’s cheap and easy to grab some bourbon from the cabinet after a rough day and sit down, while Jack suffocates me with love (literally and figuratively). But, why not go out? What is stopping me? I can take myself to dinner in any kind of city and be unfazed by it, so why haven’t I done this sooner – right in my own backyard?
And to share how non-scary it is, I thought I’d give you a little insight into my brain on the first few times I’ve done this lately.
Ok, walking in with confidence, but make sure to get rid of that resting bitch face, Ker.
The hard part – finding a seat. Bar – check. But I need to not sit right next to someone. That’s weird. Three empties, sold.
Ok, don’t fall off the stool while trying to get on it. Sigh.
Order something they won’t expect. Def a stout. Because I like them and I’ll seem cooler. Ha!
Why am I drinking this so fast? It is hot out, though. Hopefully that dude to my left doesn’t think I need to chat with him. But the guy on the right though…no ring…ok…
Nope, he’s bailing. I probably scared him off with my side eye.
Ok time to chat with the bartender. I can’t just interject myself. Ok show off the tattoos. But not in a weird way. I’ve noticed my ink are great conversation starters. So single ladies? I highly recommend. haha (or anyone, I’m not discriminating)
Well that was easy. Things in common. Order beer #2. I feel like a regular already.
Lol a run club just came in. Who runs when its 145 degrees?! You get your water, runner people. I’ll keep drinking this delicious beer. I can judge them, right? I strangely feel the need to work out, though.
Ok, good convo with the bartenders. Smiling. Easing on the RBF. Two beers down and a fun night indeed.
Noticed it took me twenty minutes to feel comfortable. Not bad. Makes note to do this weekly.
How’d you enjoy 1.5 hours into the mind of moi? Terrifying right? Ha, not at all. I suppose the moral of the story is that it’s ok to have a beer for one. Whether you’re in your home town or off on some fantastic adventure. You never know what could happen or who you’ll meet. Cheers!