In My Next Life...

In my next life, I think I'll be a lesbian.

Ok...now before you gasp in shock, I'm not meaning this literally. Rather, I have recently realized how much self-awareness and confidence it takes to live this lifestyle. Last night, when my sisters and I went out for my birthday, we ended up at Mr. G's - it was Lady's Night. My eyes have never been more open.

Out of the 75 or so people who were in attendance last night, I'd guess at least 60% of these individuals were homosexual (I'm guessing not only because I don't know for sure exactly how many people, and because how do I truly know of their sexual preference??? I'm just going by their actions and the vibes those actions gave off.). I don't frequent bars, and I can probably count the number of times on one hand that I've witnessed homosexual PDA's (public displays of affection, for those of you who aren't up on the lingo! haha).

In all honesty, the lack of testesterone in the bar last night was refreshing! I didn't have to worry about if my butt looked big in my jeans, whether I was going to get hit on and have to engage in an awkward conversation, or witness some macho guys fighting over "their woman." In addition, men have a tendency to go on the offensive when some other guy dances with "his woman," and this either results in confrontation, or an argument for the couple later on. Last night, there were couples, of course. But if one girl wanted to go dance with some other strange girl, there were no hostile words; there were no fights. Now, it's true that I don't know whether or not there were arguments between them once they left the bar, but facial expressions say a lot - and nowhere did I see a miffed girlfriend.

So, if ever I see a "How to Live Your Life Like a Lesbian" inspirational speaker, you can be sure I'll be signing up!