Let me just say this was my first attempt at going out in public. It had nothing to do with the club that I went to. The people there were very friendly and I do look forward to going back next week.
OMFG is all I have to say. This will be a very, VERY long post.
First of all, the person that was supposed to go with ditched out. My GF was there for me, someone needed to be there for my GF (It was a first for both of us; we didn't know what to expect). Eventually we found someone else to go, our friend, Danielle, who lives in Cherry Hill, an hour away from us.
I wore my bra (with filler) and pantyhose underneath my clothes, and some concealer, because I didn't want to go in drag; God knows what would have happened.
10 minutes from leaving my place, my back tire is going flat. Great. Put some air in along with Fix-O-Flat, curse a bit, good to go. We make it up to Cherry Hill, pick our friend up, we see her limping. She sprained her ankle recently. "You've got to be kidding me," I said. She wanted to go really bad, so we left.
Now here's the best part. I thought the party started at 9:30 at night, but it starts at 9:00 rather. We never got to the speedline until about 10:30 or so. At this point, I'm ready to lose it.
I made the horribly stupid mistake of thinking I'm good with directions. "Do you know where it is?" they would ask. "Yeah, it's around 13th and Locust." It was, but not the way I was going. We ask 5 or 6 people where this damn place is, and we eventually got the right directions. Everyone was like "Oh ya go this way and this way and down here and your there" After hearing that multiple times and waling everywhere, ALONG WITH SOMEONE WITH A SPRAINED ANKLE, and not getting anywhere, I was ready to go home. It took us almost an hour to find this place, so by the time we got there it was almost 11:30. "No you came all the way up here and we're going!" my GF, Jenn, said to me. "No! Nothings going right and I want to leave!" I said. But we finally got there.
And I wasn't ready to go in.
After about 10 minutes of fighting with myself, I started in, but then Jenn didn't want to go in.
I said "Uh-uh NO! We all go in or we all leave!" So... we went in.
We made our way up to the 2nd floor of the place.
Now, it should have been my mecca, but it wasn't. It was quite the opposite.
When you say to yourself endlessly, "One day I will find a place where I and many others will feel free and liberated, and I will take that advantage quickly and eagerly." Sound good in theory, right? The only 2 times I moved out of the chair were to go outside for a cigarette. I never changed into my other clothes, didn't talk to anyone, nothing. I was so utterly ashamed of myself. It was almost like I was a completely different person who had no idea about the scene whatsoever. After what I'm guessing was a half hour or an hour or whatever, I was ready to go (I'm not really sure of the time; it seemed like I was in some type of limbo). Danielle and Jenn had a great time. They tried to get me to dance. Nope.
I sat outside, very dismal, and Jenn was there. She said, very gently, "It's OK, you can let it out now," because it wasn't hard to tell that I was upset, and I cried.
All I kept thinking was "I can't believe I dragged two people up here and did absolutely nothing."
I was silent the rest of the way home and the rest of the night until I went to sleep. Long story short, I said the next day "The next time I go, I will look back on this horrible experience and it will never happen again"
Originally Posted by Alyshia121
I'm so sorry your first night out was a disaster, but you gotta look on a positive note 
) Then in the bar after I met a few more who were much nicer and had a great time. I have been out since and actually feel better and enjoy it more when I do normal things dressed. I will go shopping dressed, have a picnic in the park and find it far more enjoyable. Plus, this sounds mean, but when in a large group of cders it draws attention to it because some just don't make an effort! Anyone who says we shouldn't be critical, may I say that GGs make an effort when they go out, and as guys we'd also make an effort to look smart too.
