This post will probably be the first of a series of posts of my disastrous nights out.
Let’s start with the typical dating scene shall we? You get dressed up, and go to a bar, where you are hoping prince charming is waiting for you, to strike up a conversation, where sparks will fly and you will hit it off straight away. Of course, since prince charming is indeed, charming, he will ask you on a proper date.
The reality of things is far from it. In fact, prince charming is a drunk guy who came there with his friends to meet ladies, and the first question they ask you when they approach you is, hey, are you single? I mean, don’t you think you should know my first name before you find out if I am single or not? And then of course, they stick to you like ants stick on candy, until you, the non-smoker, pretend to go out for a smoke, and stay there until they are gone. And since the guy is not actually charming, it will not end there. They will try time and again to talk to you, ignoring your eyes rolling, your sarcasm and your clear discomfort, until you either leave the building entirely, or you call security. At the end of the night, when you are home and the sky high heels are off, you come back to reality.
The truth is, we expect too much when we actually expect a normal conversation with a prince charming in places like Left Bank. It is a jungle out there, and some people are fine with that. Yesterday evening, I witnessed with my own eyes 2 ladies pick up guys at the bar. So if there is genuine interest from both sides, it will happen, and sparks (or hormones in this case) will fly, but if there isn’t interest, guys, please leave the girl alone and let her enjoy her night out away from you and your alcohol induced confidence!