When I was in my very early twenties and out of my first relationship, I thought no one would ever want to be with me. I was just the silly cute guy people laughed with but never wanted to date.
I was thin and gawky and did not think anyone would ever pay attention to me. Most of the time when my friend Louis would drag me out to a bar, he would end up leaving me alone while he talked to thousands of guys who loved him and I would sit bored waiting to go home.
One night, I really didn’t want to go out but Louis insisted and off I went. We went to a local bar in town and it was PACKED. We made our way to the bar and Louis got his drink and my bottle of water. Within minutes, some muscled guy called his name and he was off.
There I was, didn’t want to go out and now I am stuck with a bottle of water leaning on a bar in a crowd. I stared at the music videos and hoped the night would end soon.
A group of guys, who were friends, were all around me laughing and having fun. Because it was crowded one of them bumped into me a few times. Finally the guy turned to me and said, “I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to keep bumping into you.”
I said, “It was ok.” and looked away. He bumped me again and said, “I am sorry again. It is just these big feet. You know what they say about a man with big feet…” I replied, “Yes they have big ass shoes.”
His friends laughed, gave him a hard time and turned their attention to me. It was at this moment I realized they liked me. They wanted to hear what I had to say and allowed me to join in the conversation.A few of guys took interest in me and started to even flirt. This was because I normally stared at the floor and never talked to anyone. One of the guys mentioned he always saw me with Louis and assumed we were a couple.
As the night went on, one of the other guys asked what I was drinking and I said water. He insisted he needed to get something for me. I said no I was fine and I did not drink. The group found this to be quite funny and the big foot guy, who I insulted earlier, said, “Should I get you some milk instead?”
The other guy said, “He is not a kitty. Are you a kitty? Are you a good little kitty?” One of the other guys in the group jumped in and said, ” Or are you a bad kitty? Do you need a spanking?”
Before I knew it, I had climbed up on the bar on all fours, stuck my ass out and replied, “MEOW!”
The guys went wild with laughter, whistles, and cheers.
It was at this moment I gained the nickname, Bad Kitty.
What I learned from this one night was if you want people to take notice of you, you have to be slutty and crawl on bars… JOKING!
If you want people to notice you, you have to be YOU!
I had to be open to talking to others, giving eye contact, smiling and being me. I so many times came out being the scared and insecure Michael who really wasn’t who I was or at least at my best. I had to be the Michael I normally was with friends and family when I was being true to myself. This is what makes the difference.
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