Day 10 or something:
No contact still.
I've decided that every weekend I'm going to do one thing to get out of my comfort zone and be around people. The day after the break up it was a young people's AA meeting. A week after the breakup (so last night) I decided: I'm sober, I'm single, I can do whatever I want now really, how about a club?
I'd never been to a "club" before. So, I browsed the internet for reviews of the club scene where I live and found a place that seemed like the most ridiculous (was having a goth/darkwave/80's etc night). I put on black fitted slacks, some nice dark brown high top boot things, and a black v-neck. Put some Dunhill cologne on. Made sure my hair was suitable for the club, nearly a 50's pompadour.
My intentions were as follows: enjoy the music, observe the array of people, talk to a girl I find attractive, and leave early enough to not impede on the following mornings routine, and order only cokes.
First, I've never been to a bar sober, let alone a club at all. I've never been to a 'goth' club. I've never been to this part of town. I never wear ALL black.
I thought ordering coke by itself was going to be an issue. It wasn't. No one cares nor paid any attention. I thought showing up alone would be an issue, it wasn't, no one cares nor paid much attention. As the club started to pick up, more attractive and more scantily clad women were showing up.
I had a smoke and looked at the time. Went back in. It was now time to fulfill my obligatory goal of simply talking to an attractive girl. So I pick the hottest one who was seemingly alone. Just stepped outside of my head, stopped observing, and started acting. Walked straight over. She is sitting on top of a table wearing go-go dancer clothes. I ask if that's really a seat, and sit down. We talk. She was smiling, laughing at whatever dumb **** I was saying, it began to feel natural - I was conversing with a stranger! Success. So I said it was good to meet her, [insert name] and left. She seemed kinda taken aback that I was going, and mainly that I didn't try to get anything out of her. It felt good to know my intentions were nil and made conversing that much easier with such an attractive chick. Turns out she actually is a dancer for the club, she gave me her contact info via a card.
Anyways, next weekend I'm going to a yoga class. I'm starting to put myself out there. Do whatever sounds interesting, really. Last night opened an entire new world up for me: I can go out, alone, and NOT drink. I don't need to drink, even in a bar or club, to talk to people. ****ing awesome.