Last night, I went to Common Grounds, a coffee shop in Downtown Lex. It was a pretty neat place. They had an area that was solely the little tables set up to talk, an area that was for laptop/wifi enthusiasts, a game room to talk and play board games, and a lounge area. It is funny how all coffee shops are different in this kinda way.

I went by myself, since I had been feeling down and didn’t want to spend a Friday night in. I got a Frapaccino and bagel. It was good. See, this is the weird thing about me. I get nervous when I’m at these type of places, if I have never been there before. And since I go by myself, it is up to me to totally navigate the situation myself. So everything from ordering my drink, to finding the supplies,to finding my way to fit in without looking like a total dork is up to me. I am self-conscience in these situations, which is understandable.

I sat around for a while, trying to read my latest issue of Jane Magazine, but the lighting just was not happening. I could only look at the pics, only unless I wanted to stunt my eyesight. So, I wrote on a piece of napkin random thoughts about the experience. Sometimes I do this as a blog topic starter, sometimes out of boredom. Just as a way to observe. All these things I wrote on there would have been a great thing for some random person to find and submit to Found Magazine.

I ended up going to the lounge area to read my magazine and sat in oversized stuffed leather chair. I people watched, and I guess people watched me, which as a singleton is a way of putting myself out there, but the annoyance of the smell coming from the bathroom down the hall wasn’t pleasant.

I guess I’ll go back. I really would like to find my own “dive”, and no bars need apply. Maybe I just won’t sit in the big leather lounge chair next to the bathrooms next time.