Diva's

Those are my faded x's. Despite some scrubbing both last night upon coming home and this morning in the shower, I am still marked. I cannot deny that I am a mere nineteen years old, still too young to buy booze at Diva's Night Club.

Last night Jessie, Amber, and I ventured into Northampton in search of this nighttime hot spot. What we found was an evening full of dancing, laughing, boys, and fun. I am so entirely thrilled with how well the evening went that I cannot help but reminisce and smile.

The one thing that I gained from my brief experience with the poster boy was confidence. I was reassured that yes indeed I can be found attractive by my male counterparts. This came in handy last night.

When leaving the club we ran into a guy that Jessie had met on the bus to Noho (she was really friendly on the bus). He and I talked the whole way to the bus stop back, at least a ten or fifteen minute walk; we talked for the forty-five minute bus ride to UMass, and then he came to Butterfield and we sat in the lounge and talked for at least another hour. Even as I'm typing this my lips are turning up at the corners.

Whether I see him again or not, I am glad that I'm a little bit back in the game. A lot of girls are so good at living the single life and flirting with confidence. This is not one of the skills that I have mastered as of yet, but I am getting better. I think that I will have to make another appearance at Diva's some time soon.