Ok, so my biggest detchment anxiety what ever you like to call it was tonight!
I walked into the pub (for dinner) past a gauntlet of h mates customer and ss25's friends. Tits up out and walking proud. Hot dress I used to wear about 9 years ago, my newest red shoes and bag. The waitresses wanted my bag loved my shoes want to know where to buy both.
I feel awesome.
This afternoon, went out with interstate friend to her mums grave. We called in at her parents old farm where she grew up as a child and her family settled as squatters. The owners wife was nice, I talked to her we hardly drew breath, small talk no anxiety. She mentioned cow boy I wanted help from and said if you need his help ring him and ask.
So you know what nothing ventured nothing gained I suppose. Will try one night after work.
The goal is now to meet one new male or female friend to join our dinner every Sunday. I need to be me, and a recluse was never it. I need friends, I used to be easy to talk with and make friends. I need to hone those db skills and validating habits.
M 46 h54 Both married before T 11y Bd 2/14 I must see where ow leads! Ms 18 hs 26
