Back on the scene?

Last night I got to spend some time at an outdoor rock concert, something I don’t need to do again, ever, in this town, not my crowd.  I did, however, LOVE the band I came to hear and will be downloading the rest of their album.

While waiting for the band to start, us three single ladies were swapping first date horror stories.  I don’t really have that many since I’ve only been on two, really, in two years, which is a terrible story in itself, isn’t it?  Bonnie and Gwen had me entertained with the do’s and don’ts of what to expect from a man on a first date.  I also got a few names of some single guys I can instantly take off the list of potentials.

Actually, I don’t have a list, I have no idea what I’m doing, I feel silly and 16 years old again, trying to “put myself out there”. Ridiculous, uncomfortable and stressful, all giggly, blushy, tongue tied and just stupid.  I don’t know the rules. Are there rules? And, trying to balance the amount of social media or personal text contact, to keep one from looking desperate but yet sending out just enough info to let them know your interested is a precarious act indeed. I looked on line for assistance in this matter but I’m thinking I’m just an epic failure when it comes to the pick up scene and should just sit back and wait for someone to knock on my door.  🙁

After listening to the first date tales of woe, I started to feel uneasy.  Scary shit out there.  And the crowd I was surrounded by was not giving me any hope in finding someone I could ultimately be comfortable with.  Have men gone mad?  I, myself, have become gun shy to go out again after what I’ve experienced on my very few dates.  Not to mention the sadness of seeing a perfectly good looking, who I though was single, that could have, maybe, made it on the proverbial “list” show up late at the concert, clearly no longer “listable”. Boo! I wasn’t his type anyway by the looks of his younger, skinnier choice. {shrug}

Am I back on the scene?  Just writting those words turned my stomach into knots.  Hmmmm… maybe not.   I don’t know.

If my readership of 3 have any advice, please comment. I’m going to need all the help I can get if I want to eventually find myself a significant other to share my life.  😳 Ga!