So I had a good time tonight.
Archives hottie and I went out for dinner and drinks and "dancing".
So I was a bit nervous as I hadn't been "dancing" for a while. What if no one asked me to "dance"?
But when I walked in, I had no self doubt. I kind of hung around a while, it was nice to be around a bunch of gay men. There's an idea in your mind, at least when you're younger, that these "dance" clubs are for other people. Younger, cuter, better. And I am 29, young, handsome, I felt just as good as anyone else. I had no self doubt.
I "danced". It was good.
I felt free, and confident, and happy.