I had a friend like you…only difference was that he was Gay and had been waiting to go to his first Gay bar.
He had been looking forward to this a LONG time, had done his research, scoped out what was supposed to be the best bar in Berlin and went there. He walked up and down the street 30 times before he got the courage to go to the door. In Berlin, many Gay bars used to have a doorbell and you had to ring it to get in. This was one of those bars.
Terrified, he rang the bell.
Nothing.
He rang the bell again.
Nothing.
He assumed he looked too young and was about to walk away when the door opened.
“Hello?”
My friend could barely speak and said, “hi”. And then he went in.
The place was deserted.
It was the owner who had opened the door and when my friend went in he said, “we don’t even open for another hour, but have a seat.”
My friend was so humiliated, he did as the owner suggested and sat down. The owner was no fool and knew it was the guy’s first time in a bar, let alone a Gay bar.
By the time the first “real” guest came, my friend had calmed down, had two drinks and was feeling comfortable. He wound up having a great time.
Lessons to learn here:
Everybody has a first time.
Maybe go a little early and scope out the place and let the bar “come to you” so to speak.
It will never live up to your expectations (in your case, wild and wonderful women in wet t shirts, dancing on the bar and begging for your phone number), in his case, he was terrified it would be full of leather guys who would strap him to the wall.
But go and have a good time…and I personally like to sit in the corner and observe if I go out alone. You will be surprised how often someone will come over and say hello to that new loner in the corner.