Cupid's Ball

That was a bust. I didn't have the best time ever. Here is the report.
Ok so I went in the first place because girls at school encouraged me to go. I didn't know what to expect other than it was at the Commodore.
There were not many people there when we arrived at nine. Drinks are ridiculously expensive at the Commodore so we had all drank before. I had half a bottle of wine. Lindeman's Bin 45 2004 Cab. Isalright. I switched to Kokanee on tap (Big mistake, my head is POUNDING AS I WRITE THIS)
The music was loud.
My name tag said Ginger Rogers. I presume I was looking for Fred Astaire. Who else? I thought at least I got a classy couple, but sadly most of my generation has no idea who they were. You know the silly quote: Ginger did everything Fred did only backwards and in heels.
Well, I did not find my man. Guys kept comin' up grabbing my name tag and walking away when they didn't read Victoria Beckham or Pamela Anderson. Not too sad about that really.
I had to go when it got packed round 12. It's not really my thing. I knew it wasn't my thing and yet I forced it anyway. I have to learn to stop doing that.