I love crowds.  I think I'm secretly touchy-feely to that point of creepiness, and just barely keeping it in check.  I love hugs, sure.  But I love crowds, and being jostled, and bumping into people, even things.  I swear that's why I hit doorways.  I love moshpits and cuddling with equal passion.  I think it's even partly why I love to fight.  Have fun with that one Mr. Psych!  "So vat jur sayink iz ju fight zo jur opponent vill touch ju?  Eeenterestink..." 

I bring this up because I am hungry for a big crowded area, but lacking the funds or appropriate friends to do so.  I live in DFW.  It should not be hard to find a club or bar packed to explosion.  Unfortunately this sounds like Lanhams worst nightmare apart from sharks.  And I just barely kind of got a job with paychecks still weeks away.  Plus the only local friend I have that would go do stuff like that with me is my sweet little wild child Derek, who haunts the gay district in Dallas.  And while going to a gay bar is one of the things on my list of things to do before I'm 83, it's a sign of my increasing age that I don't want to go all the way to Dallas to party and then have to drive home.  I'm my own monkey wrench.  Give it a few more weeks though, and I may be giving Derek a call.