Disclaimer: English is my second language so please be nice!
It was at a typically hot January night that I finally decided to go out for drinks. I had been living in a big city for about a year, which was mostly spent working and rearranging my new home. I’m not complaining though, the city was amazing but it could feel a bit lonely sometimes.
At 28, most of my friends were either across the country or too tired or too married to go out, so I just mustered up the courage to do things on my own and try to make friends as part of my New Year Resolutions. There was this nice bar across the street that seemed inviting, and as weird as it may sound, I felt like dressing up even though my intention was solely getting one or two beers and head home.
You know, when you work from home and barely leave the house, every single chance to get dolled up is more than welcome. I wore a long white button up shirt and a red chess miniskirt with Oxford shoes. I have shoulder lenght black hair and about 5’8, and while I’m not fat, it’s reasonable to say I’m on the curvier side. Think Aubrey Plaza with round glasses and curvier. That’s a good approximation. I was feeling amazing about myself and the looks I drew kinda gave me a self-esteem boost.