SUCCESS!
I went out with two friends to the local goth club last night around 9:30 PM, beat their asses in Pool then started dancing. Around 11:45 PM I gave up on waiting for her to arrive so I sent her a message on facebook saying that I guess she's not coming tonight, and that I'll see her next time. She got that message as soon as she got home from work, got dressed, and took a taxi to the club lol. She had trouble finding me in the crowd but she eventually found me thanks to my trusty Trash & Vaudeville punk jacket <3 One of a fuckin' kind, mostly due to the fact it was bought 36-37 years ago and is in absolutely terrible (yet stylishly punkish!) condition.
Long story short, we really hit it off, sparks flying, danced the night away, ended the night dancing close during a few romantic 80s darkwave/synthpop tracks, then took a calm walk to the local train station where we hopped in a cab together, chatting the whole time, where I dropped her off at her door.
...And hugged her goodnight.
God, I'm a dumbass.
I guess being single for a year has made me forget how to do anything useful. The fuck, I used to be so charming and good in bed/kissing. Now I vaguely remember it like I'm trying to put together a puzzle blindfolded.
Thankfully its like riding a bicycle and comes back to you, or I'd be screwed. I went through a year-long hiatus in relationships once before, and picked up quickly afterward. Only issue is starting off... Man, I'm terrible at making first-moves in -anything-.
This is bound to be hilarious.