(03-17-2017, 08:27 AM)Nebbs Wrote: So I leave wondering how far down the bottom of the barrel of suitable romantic interests I am, where stepping in a chochobo poo, as I walk home, is the upside of my night.
Do what Ben does . . . drink more. Either you get inebriated enough to get over any social anxiety or just you get to a point you no longer care about the chocobo poo. Both are acceptable recourses for the night.
Also, had a great time and cheers to the new people I got to roleplay with, even if briefly.
