180 for tonight:
Had a glass of wine and am now in the tub.

Must master sipping wine while in the tub but at the moment, such a manoeuvre just seems too complicated for me.

I thought I looked great in this bright red dress and so did the rest of the singles at the rooftop bar. Was feeling lousy but managed to pick myself up to go to the event.

Managed to have decent conversation with some guys. Thought a few seemed interested.

And then doubting Grl came out into play.

'They don't look my type.'
'They haven't asked for my number yet.'
'Maybe they aren't that into me. I should just cut the evening short and go home.'

And I did while the few guys looked on.

So unclassy, Grl.

Note to self: Dbing is for all of life.

Must fake it till I feel it. Even if I don't feel it, I must keep faking it.

Don't be a slave to my emotions. The past year has been a very painful lesson on how not to jump into fight or flight mode.

I can take things into my hands. If I want to, I can get their numbers.

Stop putting on prickly armour if I want to get on with my life!

You can call me Dory/ Grl.

As a wise fish once sang,"Just keep swimming!"

It's no use to go back to yesterday because I was a different person then.