Last night, I went to a "singles night" party because a friend's cousin needed more bodies to fill the floor. For some reason I haven't quite figure out yet, she needs it to pass a course. Wow, some course huh?

I didn't exactly have a good time. Seeing as I wasn't likely to gain anything by being there, I decided to live blog instead. Well, not really. I typed my thoughts down on my phone so I could share them with you later. I know... I might as well have worn this cap.

Anyway, here you go.

10:00 Guess what? I feel like a dork.
10:02 I don't even see people. Maybe I'm in the wrong part of the room.
10:03 Well, there are some. Most of them are guys though.
10:04 I wish I've brought a camera so I can blog about how dorky I look.
10:06 I knew it was the wrong move to come alone. Not only do I look like a dork, I look like a loser dork.
10:08 250 pesos... guess that covers the 2 beers. I wish it's food instead. Hmm, I'm thinking of splitting. The girl who invited me ain't even talking to me. Way to go, Philos!
10:10 Now I see some transvestites come in with a group of girls. At least there are girls now. Some are pretty cute too.
10:11 At least I lucked out on the seat I chose. I'm sitting at the women's side of the room... a whole lot of good it's doing me.
10:13 Damn beer tastes like water.
10:14 I have a magic trick, but I ain't about to go and prove how dorky I am. (Here's where JC was trying to convince me to make a fool of myself to attract attention.)

After half an hour of sulking and trying to get some cutie to make eye contact....

10:47 They're setting up a dance floor of sorts. Apparently, there's going to be some dancing. I'm so doomed.
10:52 And now I lost my seat because some enterprising guys realized what a good position I had.
10:59 Now some idiot is starting to dance an idiot dance.
11:02 WTF! The only daring guy I saw--the one who sat with the chicks--is holding hands with a transvestite!
11:09 Sigh. Now the girls went down to the dance floor with a bunch of guys... small consolation that I got my seat back.
11:10 Whoa! Is this spot a chick magnet or what? A bunch of hotties just walked in and took the same table. They have gay escort too but at least not trannies.
11:12 Boy am I glad I stayed up here. The ratio just shifted 10 to 1.
11:14 Man man, never seen so short a mini before.

At this point I spotted a hot chick and desperately tried to think of an opening line.

11:54 Damn, I'm such a chicken. (Yup, this is me still figuring out what to do.)
11:57 I spoke too soon. The "hottie" I was eying is a tranny.... eeewww!!! Now I'm glad I chickened out.
12:01 Leaving now. Can't believe there's actually a line of people outside still waiting to get in. Imagine their shock when they saw a dork walk out.

Yes, I didn't get any numbers... not even a smile. And to think I was acting cool and stuff--well, as cool as can be managed while sporting a big backpack and wearing an "old person" shirt.

But I'm sorta glad I was too chicken. The only thing worse than not getting a number is getting a tranny's number.