Well, This Will Be Awkward. A Dinner With a Competition

Hey there. 
If this is your first time on this blog, may I just say "hi" first of all, and secondly, one thing you need to know about me, is that I'm a socially awkward person. 
For those who have read some of my previous posts, this would be apparent. 

So it's with this attribute that I freak out about tomorrow night. 
I've been invited to a party - no, that's not the bad thing. 
It's technically my friends second birthday party. She had one about a month ago, but because not many people showed up (busy lives, they have) she decided to throw another one - at a club. Not a night club, like an old people's club. 
As a Facebook event, and being fickle, I put myself down as a maybe. 
Despite throwing this party for people who couldn't come last time, it turns out that there's only going to be a few of us there anyway. 
I was talking to the Birthday Girl (well, if you could still call her that) only a few moments ago when she told me that a few of the people couldn't make it, and if I go, there will only be four of us. 

Naw, a cute, small get together.

NOPE! 

Besides me and her, there are two others (I'm great at maths), two guys.
One was her ex-boyfriend - a Bogan apparently, who can be the bit of the jealous type. I've never met him. 
Guy Two is an old school pal, and coincidentally, also an ex of the Birthday Girl. He just recently asked her out again (twice) in which he received a no (twice). He also cried about it apparently (woose). 

Talk about awkward. 

So here's where the problems start. I know that tomorrow night will be a competition of testosterone as they battle it out (over the dinner table) getting an edge over the other ex. 
Birthday Girl will secretly enjoy it. 
I will sit there, with my lasagna, wishing that it was all over. 
AWKWARD! 
There's a big part of me that will not go. I don't want to - I really don't. Because my Facebook thing is a maybe, I believe I'm in my right to turn around and say "I'm not coming." 
However, I know I'll be a crap friend if I don't go. Also it might be fun watching a Bogan and a woose fight it out over a bowl of garlic bread. 

But then there's the dancing. 

The great thing about this old people's club is the Latino beats they play to get those seniors moving. 
And so we plan to dance also. 
But it takes two to tango (not three) and I have no idea how the dancing will go. Even if we make our own dance circle, I don't think that's going to make things any less awkward. 

I'm torn. I don't know what to do, and I'm freaking out about tomorrow night. It's going to be awkward and it's going to be a competition all night. 

What would you do? Would you stay, or go? 

Have you been in a situation like this before? 

Please, let me know. I need all the advice I can get right now. 

Jealous Singleton - A Rant about being Single.

Hello everyone. 
I'm back again, even though I should be doing Uni assignments, but let's not go there, hey? 

So today, I was reading a blog (not on Blogspot however, hmph) about dating, sexual encounters and the like. Something that gets a lot of traffic, cause it's light porn for the guys, and gossip for the girls. 
However there are some cute posts and it wasn't all bad. 

This girl has had a lot of boyfriends and a hell of a lot more dates. I was happy to read it at first, but then the monster of jealousy kicked in. 

I started to feel mad. Then annoyed. Then pissed off. Till finally I wanted to kick the daylights out of every human being that had ever been on a date (sorry). 

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Currently I'm single - and I have been for a while...a looonnnnggggg while. A lot of my friends are dating and if they're not - they are on the cuff and have guys in that motion heading that way. Or alternatively they have f*ck buddies and live life that way; whatever floats their boats, I guess. 
Me however has none of these things (though I'm not big on the Friends With Benefits {FWB} thing anyway). 

Now, 99% of the time I'm totally cool with it; no, truly I am. I don't have to deal with the sh*t a boyfriend comes with and even though I miss out on the tons of positive things - I'm busy with Uni right now anyway. 

- I know the Uni thing sounds like an excuse (and it is, pretty much) but still. 

But reading this chicks blog kinda made me miss the cute moments you spend with a special someone and the love that the two of you share. 

I find being single in the 21st century (though when I lived in the 20th I was 7) is hard.
We are always reminded of love, dating, relationships and more than anything else, we are reminded of sex - and if you're not doing it, you're nobody. 

I think nowadays the biggest thing is the S.E.X - it's such a casual thing, that even if you don't have a boy/girlfriend, you should be doing it with someone anyway. 
Whether it be FWB, one night stands, casual flings, etc. 
I'm not the kind of person to jump into bed with someone who doesn't know my first name - and having this mindset to sex has given me the 'traditional' stamp by numerous friends. 

I don't see myself as overly traditional. I'm not one of those premarital sex is off the cards kinda gal (and if you are, I applaud you) nor do I act stuck-up or bitchy in anyway. I also have confidence and I don't think I'm ugly or anything - not that how you look has anything to do with it. 
Guys are just not interested. 

Growing up, I'll be honest - I would expect my older self to be in a relationship by now. 
Where are the hotties lining up outside your door?
The cute, funny, smart man who takes you out on dates; What do you mean he doesn't exist? 
So, there's no boyfriend you make love to every night?

Yep, my younger self would be seriously disappointed. 
And after wallowing in all of this, so am I. 

* I put the *'s just in case I offended somebody with my ranting, lonely swearing. Keep it clean kids!