Alcohol

It's a trap. But it gives you confidence. To ask a guy to dance. To give a guy your number. To talk to a guy in general. Like your the hottest bitch in sight. And he just might. I always wanted to leave my number on a napkin, and then as I leave the bartender would send me a message. It was the same one. Dread locks and all. But I'm such a chicken when it comes to talking to men. Might as well just call me a hen. I don't believe a man like that could ever be into a girl like me, but I also don't think I'm ugly. I just don't like rejection. It could tear someone apart. I've seen it before. And I'm just not ready. Maybe that's why I am the way I am. I'd rather be safe than sorry in the end.