I've always liked doing things on my own. That's not to say I always prefer my own company to that of others; however, every now and then, I really like spending quality time with myself. Dating myself, you could even call it.
I take myself out to dinner at least once per week, which honestly can be super entertaining. People - men in particular - wind up sharing so many stories about their life to the lone girl sitting at the bar (like this guy did), and being a Sociology major (and a talker myself), I eat it all up. I've also learned to really enjoy going to the movies by myself, especially living in the city since I'm able to walk to the theater. And now? I'm at a cafe that I've been frequenting on weekends for a little breakfast and writing solo date. When I came in today, my coffee was ready before I reached the front of the line - and it was on the house! There are definitely perks of going places alone; being forced to interact with people can get you hooked up! But I digress.
Last week, for the first time ever, I went to a concert by myself. Remember Making the Band, on MTV? Welp, here's an embarrassing confession: I am utterly obsessed. Like, currently still obsessed, despite the show going off air in what, 2008 or so? I've always loved to sing and dance, so I've been vicariously living through these girls for years. (Another confession: when I workout, I watch MTB videos on YouTube. They're about seven increments at a time on an unauthorized channel. That's some real dedication right there.) Anyway. Two of the girls from Danity Kane, the band that was eventually formed from the TV show, recently formed their own group called Dumblonde. I
When the night of the concert rolled around, my friend had to cancel. I was pretty bummed, but after some thought, I decided to still go. I knew I'd be more disappointed if I didn't get to see the girls perform after all these years, so that rationale won over me feeling uneasy about going alone. I got dressed, Ziggy (and Nellie) kissed me goodbye, and off to the concert alone I went.
Any anxiety I had was alleviated as soon as the stage curtain raised. I was in my music zone, in front of people I'd been following since I was eighteen. Thank god I went. I was singing and dancing with people next to me in the crowd, who had been fans of the show and of these girls as long as I had. That was the best part, and it got better and better with each song that played.
P.S. I figured as long as I was being a fangirl, I may as well snag a photo with Cindy, who was on the show years ago, too (which a true MTB fan would know).
So freakin' embarrassing.