Last night I was drinking and waiting for the dance floor to warm up. I was at the bar by myself, and I had my phone out to occupy me. I'm rarely EAGER to start dancing, and I need to have a crowd to have some sense of anonymity and solitude.
I was standing next to a table of three women and they were talking amongst themselves as I killed time txting and looking at websites and taking notes about those around me (I tend to forget things when I'm mid-drinking binge, so I type them up to remind my future sober self). I had the sense that I was amongst their topics of conversation.
Normally I discount that sense--it makes me feel paranoid and egocentric--but one of the women rotated on her chair and chastised me for txting.
I smiled and talked to her for a bit, and even managed to speak to her much cuter friend for a couple minutes. I don't think she knew, though, that I was more eager to blog about talking to her than I was to actually talk to her.
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