I had a nice Friday night. I went gothic clubbing again, and it was interesting. I have discovered a surefire way of getting hit on by chicks: dancing. It almost never fails for me, and it is awfully convenient for me because I do not enjoy initiating conversations with women that I don't know. On Friday a rather nice looking woman grabbed my hands while I was dancing, pulled me towards her, and told me how much she appreciated my dancing and introduced herself. We danced together but there were several overly zealous guys getting up in her shit the whole night, which was amusing to watch and kind of pathetic. Another girl who was there who I've befriended recently told me at one point in the night that she wanted to kiss me. I do not find her the least bit physically attractive, but she is a good-natured person. It was kind of awkward. It is bizarre to me how frequently I've been getting hit on in the past few weeks, but I'm not complaining. I have always been staunchly opposed to dancing because it is unmetal by its very nature, but hey, it serves its purpose. This is a weird time in my life. At least I'm not depressed.