After a uneventful Friday and Saturday, when my girl called me and asked me if I wanted to go out Saturday night I was all in. Getting pretty, wearing something nice and going out mixing and mingling was just what I needed. I have the bad habit of picking up cute item as I see them, so finding something to wear was not a problem at all. I pulled out my cute little black dress and my Aldo tricolor stilettos and I was out the door. I felt a little self conscious in my dress at first debating if it was too much or too short. However, once I got to the club and saw what other woman was wearing I felt fine in what I was wearing.
I can honestly say the night was a mediocre. It seems as though once you find yourself you have to be true to yourself and at this point I am not a club person. I don't need 20 guys grabbing on me trying to get my phone number and I don't need to be as naked as possible to get attention. No judgment on any woman who needs these acts of reassurance I just don't. The guys was totally at an all time low and I can assure you my Boaz was NOT in the building. Fortunately I was able to make the most the most of the night by enjoying my cocktails and getting my dance on with my girl. Life is what you make it, so I am glad I at least got out and did something. I can't say I will never go to the club ever again but I will say it probably will not be anytime soon.
I did love my dress though. What do you guys think?
