I went out dancing tonight with 2 of my girl friends and their husbands (yes, I drove the car as the 5th wheel). Anyway, I wore a BIG, FAT FAKE engament ring so that stupid club hopping boys wouldn’t dance with me. IT DIDN’T WORK. For some reason the big diamon ring worked as a luring device to call every “the grass is greener on the other side” man to my attention. Ew…gross.
The idea of going out dancing always seem so fun…until I get there. Don’t get me wrong, I am a DANCING machine, but I feel so bad…looking around at everyone so drunk they can barely walk….hooking up with random people.
SEX SHOULD BE SACRED…but it’s not anymore….atleast to a lot of people in this shot out world.
It’s 3:36 am and I’m starting to get sleepy…finally. I’m going to bedy by.