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 dep

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.