A couple friends have suggested lately that my life is somehow lacking with my disinterest in going clubbing. In an attempt to get me to go out with her, one friend even texted me, “YOLO!”
My point exactly. I only live once, so I want to spend my life doing things I love. That’s why I joined a soccer team, take Spanish class, seek out beer gardens and make my friends and family a priority. I’m not sitting around at home, watching, “Oh, Sit” (yes, that’s a real show) or otherwise wasting my days and numbing my mind. You don’t have to worry about me. I’ve got a lot going on. I’m meeting new people every day. I’m not hurting for date requests. Just about every minute of my life is filled doing something I enjoy. I really don’t have time or a reason to squeeze in things I hate.
I don’t think I’m missing out by not drinking cocktails with suggestive names while wearing a sparkly minidress from Forever 21 and having people grind up against me. I did the club scene in college and a few times after graduation. I wasn’t that into it then either. I’m not going to meet my husband at a club – unless he’s the guy nursing a beer in the corner because his friends dragged him out, too. In fact, I broke up with a perfectly nice guy because he wanted to go dancing all the time, and I didn’t.
Nope, I think I’m much more likely to find the man of my dreams at a sports bar during a Seahawks game, on the next treadmill at Crunch or on the opposing team at my next soccer game. Plus, I’ve been known to turn heads equally in jeans at the bar as in running clothes on the sidewalk, so I’ll skip the cheap dresses.
So you go ahead. I’ll be just fine living the life I made for myself.
I’m a journalist, content strategist, doting auntie, amateur bobsledder, fitness enthusiast, and wannabe health nut (who loves chocolate and pizza too much to fully commit). I don't want you to think my life is perfect. It's not.