This and that...

A surprise bit of goodness on my birthday yesterday was hearing from Sam, who I'd sort of been out of contact with for a while. His enlightening advice: if I want to get hit on, wear tighter pants. But the people who would hit on me in tight pants but not in loose pants are not people I want hitting on me, you know? I want to wear a shirt or something that lists all my personality traits and flaws, and see who hits on me then. The one guy who would try and talk to me when I was wearing that would be my soul mate. Unless of course his pants weren't tight enough for my tastes.
Tonight is the first night in a good long while that I haven't gone out, and although it's nice it also makes me feel paralyzingly inadequate. Like there's something wrong with me if I'm not feeling particularly social. I keep telling myself it's not a bad thing, but...it's something I'll have to work on, lest I make myself miserable in the future.