My entire barkada went for the first time in history. We were complete and for me, that's what made the entire night worth it. For the first time, I wasn't looking out for anyone, I was just having fun dancing! A lot of surprises that night too. I hadn't been to a party in the longest time and it was just fun to let my hair down. Although this term doesn't quite fit me as I have no hair to let down.
Still, I had a ton of f-u-n!!! Maybe, it is a sign I'm getting a hold of my life and moving on. That night was a night of other firsts too. I actually thought about what I was going to wear. And no, I wasn't out to impress anyone. In fact, before, I was trying to do the opposite. I always used to dress down, thinking that I didn't want to look like I cared there was anyone there. But now, I dressed up for myself. Sure, I didn't look that spectacular, but I felt good. And feeling good about myself hasn't happened in a looooong time either.
After all that dancing in high high high heels, my feet were just about to collapse and die on me. They felt even worse than when I fell down the ravine with the bike on Friday -- and that's saying a lot because that hurt. Still, the extra height gave me a boost of confidence I need every bit of it. People who weren't used to seeing me all dressed up, complimented me too. Who cares if I didn't meet anyone? The fact that the old folks I knew were there and had a blast with me was great!
In fact, after last night, I have to say that chivalry isn't dead yet. We just have to look real carefully. Thank you to you, I don't know if you know who you are, or even read this, but thanks because even for that short time, you showed me that there is hope for all boys out there who don't know sh**. Any girl would be lucky to have you. Thank you for restoring my faith in all you XY-chromosomed creatures.