So I told my friends I was going to blog this. They know I had a blast going out with them. But here’s the thing. Remember how I was married from 20 to 29 and I was wondering what social life in my 30s was going to be like since I completely missed the bar scene in my 20s and didn’t live in the dorms (worked full-time and went to school at night) before then?

So last night was my friend’s 30th birthday and her husband sent out an invite to a group of us saying we were going to go clubbing. I was like, “All right!” A chance to get my feet wet!” Little did I know. After the most amazing meal at a yummy Brazilian place, the group of us headed from the restaurant over to a hip part of town where there’s a lot of nightlife. Yes, some of it is of a certain persuasion, but I still wasn’t tipped off. We’re crossing the street when my friend’s husband says, “you realize this is a gay club, right?” That’s when I looked up at the very long line and realized it was mostly same-sex couples with a few drag queens in the mix. We had been far away before so it just looks liked a crowed club. We had a blast. They had some yummy beefcake dancing in nothing but thongs. They had a hopping dance floor. But I would have probably dressed differently/worn different shoes if I knew that there wouldn’t be potential dating opportunities on the evening’s menu.

What’s hilarious is that I was such a fag hag as a teen. From 16 – 19, I spent my time going to Dupont Circle gay bars with my friends. Mind you, they were all men and the clubs were all male. The very odd thing about this club last night was that there were quite a few hetero couples (I was with two) and a bunch of women having their bachelorette parties there. Or maybe that isn’t odd. I don’t know because, as I said, I missed my 20s in the club scene. It also reinforces the point that I need a different type of man in my life because I had fun and so did the people I was with. My ex-husband and, for that matter, Blue Eyes, would have freaked if we had been out with my friends going clubbing and it had turned out to be a gay club.

Actually, that just hit me with some insight there. I need a man who likes to dance. Because, damn it, I had fun! And I used to beg Chapin to dance with me and he would say that White girls have no rhythm (he didn’t complain in bed!). I asked Blue Eyes to take me dancing and he flat out refused. I actually prefer regular (non-club) dancing and took a ballroom class during undergrad that was so much fun. Maybe the next guy will like that. My grandparents used to go dancing every week. I want that!!