I hate it when I'm asked this at work. I feel obliged to go out, just to make a point. NO! I am not a failure of a human being because I'm comfortable in my lepordskin dressing gown and matching slippers, and I'm comfortable within myself (well, trying).
I also prefer the taste of rose when drinking it alone. There is part of me that wants to go out, wear a topshop dress and dance to Blue Monday...with the city b(w)ankers... and walk home in bare feet and dribble borbon biscuits in my sleep and wake up in a murky brown pool of biscuit goodness. But, well...nah.
So, WHY ARE YOU AREN'T YOU OUT? WHAT ARE YOU DOING TONIGHT?