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!