Lessons learned...

[deathpixie]

So, Friday night I dragged my butt out to this singles party thing Malena from the pub had asked us to go to. It had been the source of anxiety all week, coming on the heels of a particular bad bout of romantic loneliness. However, I went. And what I found was about eight people, mostly Polish women in their fifties, and Nigel, one of the Griffin regulars who is, frankly, something of an alcoholic. And I turned around, and left pretty much immediately, and went up to Mindy and Greg's apartment, where I'd been promised tuna melts, but wound up with red wine instead. All good.

There were two lessons learned that night. One, no matter how desperate I feel sometimes, I'm not as desperate as that scene I walked into. I've got a while to go before I'm there. Two, no matter how physically lonely I am right now, even after three quarters of a bottle of wine, I'm trusting my judgement enough to not respond to Greg being cuddly, because I know that way leads shredded boy feelings and badness.

So yeah. go me?