From Therapy to the Bar

Yes, I did not think my first time in therapy would send me to the bar either, but I was not fully aware of what I was walking into. Apparently.

It was like a really bad joke… Anxiety ridden girl walks into the bar, bartender asks what brings her in…. Oh, you know, my therapist thought this was a good idea.

Well… she was wrong.

I feel like this needs a little more explanation… let me back up just a tad. I started therapy recently thinking it would help me to feel more in control of my life. Boy… I was wrong. My therapist seems to think my problem is I need to meet more people, you know get out there and broaden my horizons. I don’t think she knew exactly who she was telling to broaden her horizons.

Coincidently the girls at work asked me to have drinks with them on Friday night. I thought, wow this could be a good opportunity… broaden those horizons.

It started okay. We started the night at a fun local place… we sat outside around a mini fire pit, ordered different foods and made fun of the drinks we each ordered. Then… the shots started to be bought. I don’t know why people think…. I buy you a shot - you must drink it. Hell no ! Don’t buy me the shot then… I didn’t ask for it ! But the people pleaser I am… I drank them. All three shots !

Well, then the bar hopping came up. It was time to move this party to a country western bar so they could dance. Let me just tell you, I do not dance. Or should I say I can’t dance. It’s not in me… no molecule in my body is made to dance! But three shots in Lora… she thinks its a good idea to go to a country western bar.

So I’m closing out my tab at the first bar… and then trench coat guy comes up. Order’s himself a water and turns to me. “What’s your name?” Oh hell no! This is the guy that is trying to pick me up…. REALLY !?!

Well of course I froze… didn’t know what name to give him and didn’t know what to do. Do I give him my real name, do I give him a fake name, well then what fake name do I give. Well… why don’t I just tell him I’m not interested, yes I should do that. Oh god, he’s staring at me, how long has this inner monologue been going on. Great, now I look like I’m crazy. Thankfully one of the girls came up and saved me… but come on… trench coat guy! Why me. My self worth shrunk to nothing.

Here comes the best part… we ended up at a table at the country western bar, and of course me without an ounce of dancing in me decided to table sit while the rest of the group went dancing. Well… mistake number two! I ended up babysitting one of the girls moms ! Yes, I said Mom.

She was drunk out of her mind… and cornering me with sad stories. Of course I became her therapist for the night… the poor woman needed a friend to talk to! Why F******g me.

Let’s say the spreading of my horizon’s stopped this night. I get it…. I need to go out, try new things. But bar hopping…. I’m checking that one off my list. No thank you. I would much rather be curled up at home with a book than being picked up by trench coat guy and babysitting my friends mom.

I hope my cautionary tale of broadening your horizons brought a smile to your face… because when I need a good laugh… I just think of this night.

I am going to start blogging my adventures of this broadening of my horizons. Hopefully one day I can look back on them and see how much I have grown from them… or at least get a good laugh. Hopefully they will brings some chuckles your way as well.

- until the next adventure