The only appeal clubs ever really had to me was picking up women, which is irrelevant now since I'm married. Since I'm nothing terribly special in the looks department [1], and I really don't enjoy any kind of dancing, all I ever had going for me was being "kind of funny", which didn't really work in clubs.
I tend to make jokes when I'm nervous, so the awkwardness wasn't really a problem for doing that, but it wouldn't work if the jokes are inaudible.
It doesn't help that I have never really felt comfortably being physically close to strangers. I'll put up with it on the subway, but that's a purely utilitarian thing. I suspect alcohol would help with that, but I don't drink anymore (and never drank that much).
I certainly don't want to diminish your enjoyment for this, I'm just saying that every time I've gone to a club it's the worst moment of my life. I absolutely hate everything about it.
[1] This isn't meant as self-deprecating or fishing for compliments, I'm perfectly happy with my body. I just acknowledge that I was probably never going to be a male model.
I tend to make jokes when I'm nervous, so the awkwardness wasn't really a problem for doing that, but it wouldn't work if the jokes are inaudible.
It doesn't help that I have never really felt comfortably being physically close to strangers. I'll put up with it on the subway, but that's a purely utilitarian thing. I suspect alcohol would help with that, but I don't drink anymore (and never drank that much).
I certainly don't want to diminish your enjoyment for this, I'm just saying that every time I've gone to a club it's the worst moment of my life. I absolutely hate everything about it.
[1] This isn't meant as self-deprecating or fishing for compliments, I'm perfectly happy with my body. I just acknowledge that I was probably never going to be a male model.