nursejill

So, a friend dragged me kicking and screaming from my house yesterday to go have a drink. I didn't want to go. I don't like crowds to be begin with and I hate being around people who are drunk. We went to this little lesbian bar/hang out she knows. As much as I hate to admit it, I had a blast. Sometimes it is just nice to be gay. I mean to be able to hang out with people who are gay, who you can talk to without worrying they are going to be offended, to see girls holding hands and kissing in public. The bartender was a cutie. But, I suck so bad at flirting face to face. Oh well, I still had fun