And so, at about 10 this evening, I decided I didn't want to stay inside and took a trip to the local bar.
"Bubba Moose" is a sports bar less than a miel from my apartment. It's separated into three rooms - a traditional bar, a restaurant-style setting, a game room with darts and billiards.
Perhaps the most impressive thing I noticed about this place: people actually come up to you and talk to you. I was invited to be someone's darts partner; an old man who appeared to be a regular offered to introduce me to every woman in the bar (shame they all seemed to like girls); a biker and his wife showed up and expressed interest in joining the bowling league I'm now a part of in Lewisville, which worked out because I have two spots open on my team.
Things were great until I got home... and was reminded of why I needed to be out to begin with. Man... Very few people on, nobody on IM, AdultSpace's chat was ignoring me as usual - how do people without breasts stand being online?
Real life is definitely better. Screw those fakes... Fuck the "virtual" bar scene.
CherryTAP, you have a LOT of catching up to do if you ever want to match what I went through tonight.