It's been a few days since my last entry. I went to work for the usual three day week. Last night I was at my Improv class. Before that, I went to a get together at Celia's Mexican restaurant with people from work. I thought the drinks were fitting for a chain restaurant but on the plus side, they were strong enough. I had a bright red frozen strawberry margarita or daquari - not sure which. It was good to get out and spend time with people from work, whom I like for the most part.
My improv class last night was pretty good but not quite as exciting as the first time I took it. I couldn't get in front of the group as quickly as the others and when I did, I didn't really have an idea. I generally hung back when it was time to improvise in front of the group. I partnered up with guys and girls as usual, for the exercises. At one point, when I was partnered with a girl, we were asked to mime a scene which involved removing our soaking wet clothing. Of course, this was awkward as I wasn't sure whether to act enthusiastic or stand-offish. I went with enthusiastic. But this was awkward and I entered 'creep' territory as she was not participating with the same zeal as myself. So, I had to try and relax.
Also, I wanted to go out to some bars on Tuesday because I was sick of staying in by myself. First I drove to Burlingame, thinking there was a promising group of bars downtown, which I'd never been to. I couldn't find any open bars in that area, so I believed that I'd made a mistake. Although it was already past ten-o'clock, I decided to drive to San Francisco. I went to the Mission again because it's fairly close to my apartment and I'm familiar with it. Instead of stopping at the first bar I saw, I went to the place I'd been many times. Unfortunately, I guess I ogled the bartender way too much one night about a month ago. She saw me and almost wet herself as her skin crawled, I could tell. Did I return to this bar just to check her out? I don't think so. I think I went where I was less uncomfortable. Anyways, I can go wherever I want, within reason. It's a public place, and it's not as if I'm a stalker; I'm getting sick of people (male or female) trying to hit my nerve because that's all they know how to do, although I don't think that was the case here. The criminal stalker may devote years to one person and try to communicate with them constantly, even when it's not called for; I'm just an average guy. Still, I don't think I want to go there again anytime soon, or any time within the next six months.
My improv class last night was pretty good but not quite as exciting as the first time I took it. I couldn't get in front of the group as quickly as the others and when I did, I didn't really have an idea. I generally hung back when it was time to improvise in front of the group. I partnered up with guys and girls as usual, for the exercises. At one point, when I was partnered with a girl, we were asked to mime a scene which involved removing our soaking wet clothing. Of course, this was awkward as I wasn't sure whether to act enthusiastic or stand-offish. I went with enthusiastic. But this was awkward and I entered 'creep' territory as she was not participating with the same zeal as myself. So, I had to try and relax.
Also, I wanted to go out to some bars on Tuesday because I was sick of staying in by myself. First I drove to Burlingame, thinking there was a promising group of bars downtown, which I'd never been to. I couldn't find any open bars in that area, so I believed that I'd made a mistake. Although it was already past ten-o'clock, I decided to drive to San Francisco. I went to the Mission again because it's fairly close to my apartment and I'm familiar with it. Instead of stopping at the first bar I saw, I went to the place I'd been many times. Unfortunately, I guess I ogled the bartender way too much one night about a month ago. She saw me and almost wet herself as her skin crawled, I could tell. Did I return to this bar just to check her out? I don't think so. I think I went where I was less uncomfortable. Anyways, I can go wherever I want, within reason. It's a public place, and it's not as if I'm a stalker; I'm getting sick of people (male or female) trying to hit my nerve because that's all they know how to do, although I don't think that was the case here. The criminal stalker may devote years to one person and try to communicate with them constantly, even when it's not called for; I'm just an average guy. Still, I don't think I want to go there again anytime soon, or any time within the next six months.
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