Prance Around Naked

I probably went a little bit overboard with Bruno's advice last night. But it was worth it.

A few days ago I was riding in the back seat of Kevin's car on a Taco Bell run. Alex, our friend, turns to the back and yells to me, "You are such a fucking man."

You know what that means?

That means that I'm turning back into what I used to be. Despite my overall intense girliness, I was actually a gigantic tomboy back in school both personality wise and clothing wise. I can feel my old personality seeping through all of the fluffiness and pinkness. It's very weird. I feel like I've been fake for a long time. I mean, for this to be so powerful that I can't help but let it out again, it must be more real than what I was the last past four years.

Maybe I can find a good balance. You know, chillax a little bit but also bust out the high heels now and then.

Last night I felt my old personality all too clearly. We went out to an (all too nice) bar with Will, Keith, and Brynn. I hated it initially. I was bored out of my mind. Sitting at a table drinking? There was no one else there, I couldn't even drunkenly dance. What a bore. And I hate to admit it, but I greatly prefer dive bars.

I literally sat there practically falling asleep until everyone started to make lesbian jokes. Which was a nice change of pace. (After I devour a plate of fries in like 3 seconds: "Shit Kevin, do you ever feed your lesbian?!)

Suddenly Kevin said it, "strip club?"

I haven't been there since I broke up with him, so I instantly perked up. But at first I said no because I'd be the designated driver for two drunken lunatics. But then I figured "fuck it."

So my night was comprised of boobs, discussion of which girl was hotter, and dollar bills. Which was awesome. At one point Will turned to me and said, "Nicole, you are officially the coolest girl I know."

I guess the lesson learned is that no matter who you are, someone will love you for what you are.

Oh and the other lesson learned is that I have a smoking hot body. No, seriously. I could totally be a stripper. Not that I want to be, but it's nice to know that my body is nice enough to prance around naked and swing on a pole. It's a nice ego booster.