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Saturday, January 26, 2008
Thursday, January 10, 2008
The single life in NYC
is overrated. Seriously. The city is full of nightclubs, bars, pubs, and other such places deceivingly conducive towards meeting new, interesting people. But somehow, for most of us, it doesn't really work out like that. I don't see any sort of future with a guy I meet at a bar. But here's the best part. That doesn't stop me from getting all dressed up and heading out to check out different nightclubs every two weeks.
I have no idea what I am trying to achieve. Maybe its just for the attention. Who doesn't like being told they're gorgeous by three different people on the same night? It's great for the self esteem, but at the same time it makes you feel kinda pathetic that blatant flattery can be so effective in cheering you up. Makes you question just how crappy your self image is.
And why not? I personally believe that NYC has a gazillion smart women, but I fail to see the same level of attractiveness in the guys here. Maybe its just me, but I had rather deluded expectations of meeting interesting, fun and let's be honest, economically stable guys here. Clearly I had a misguided impression of the NYC single life.
And tonight was the worst. I don't understand my friends sometimes. We went to three different clubs until they finally decided there was enough dancing, and according to me the music was the most atrocious at the last place. The way I see it everyone wanted to go to the last place all along.
Its so sad. There are two different rooms at that club, one which plays contemporary hip hop, and the other larger one that plays eighties happy-happy songs (such as "Cecilia", "I love rock and roll" and other such incredibly un-dance-able hits). I kept trying to drag people to the hip hop room, where the music was catchy, had some sort of beat, and people were dancing normally. But my gal pals wanted to hang out in the other room, where all the older, suited blokes were. The oldies room was packed, with a zillion drinks on the floor, to the point where i was reminded of Bombay's local trains. It was unbearable. If people (i.e. normal sized guys and women) push up against me, i just fall..i don't seem to have any sort of strength. I don't like dancing that involves getting punched every three minutes, and stamped every thirty seconds. And it sucks all the fun out of the experience.
Tonight everything seemed to get on my nerves.
There was an old (paternal, even) creepy guy we recognized from the last time we were there. He kept hovering around us, and everyone was cribbing about him, but nobody did anything to drive him away. Finally i got annoyed (more with my friends than him) and went up to him.
"Look, can you just leave us alone? None of us is interested. "
And he just walked away, not before calling me a bitch.
The tragedy of the night was that I turned away the cutest guy- he asked me to dance with him. I regretted it deeply, the minute he walked away, cause he was really good looking and a great dancer.
He slid up to me and asked if I would dance with him. Idiot that I am, I said, sorry, I don't dance with other people. He responded with "I'm a nice guy", to which I said that I was sure he was, but I just didn't dance with other people- I'd probably stamp him.
He said it's ok, I respect that. And walked away. Without haunting me, giving me stupid grins, and abusing me. waah, why do i have to be sensible about these things!
And then later, he was dancing with another friend of mine. aaaaaa
Anyway. Must rethink strategy here.
Another shocker was that some guy actually noticed my friend's earrings- she was wearing American football jersey earrings (Patriots), because there was a match involving the Patriots today that we saw at the bar.
I didn't realise that there are still guys out there who will notice earrings.
A low point of the evening was that some old dude bought drinks for the four of us. I was disgusted that I accepted the free drink. But I was quite a bitch about it- he tried sidling up to us after that, and two of my friends danced with him, the poor souls. I just gave him a look of disgust and walked away.
I think the right thing to do is just not accept drinks at all- the next time I should tell myself that!
I have no idea what I am trying to achieve. Maybe its just for the attention. Who doesn't like being told they're gorgeous by three different people on the same night? It's great for the self esteem, but at the same time it makes you feel kinda pathetic that blatant flattery can be so effective in cheering you up. Makes you question just how crappy your self image is.
And why not? I personally believe that NYC has a gazillion smart women, but I fail to see the same level of attractiveness in the guys here. Maybe its just me, but I had rather deluded expectations of meeting interesting, fun and let's be honest, economically stable guys here. Clearly I had a misguided impression of the NYC single life.
And tonight was the worst. I don't understand my friends sometimes. We went to three different clubs until they finally decided there was enough dancing, and according to me the music was the most atrocious at the last place. The way I see it everyone wanted to go to the last place all along.
Its so sad. There are two different rooms at that club, one which plays contemporary hip hop, and the other larger one that plays eighties happy-happy songs (such as "Cecilia", "I love rock and roll" and other such incredibly un-dance-able hits). I kept trying to drag people to the hip hop room, where the music was catchy, had some sort of beat, and people were dancing normally. But my gal pals wanted to hang out in the other room, where all the older, suited blokes were. The oldies room was packed, with a zillion drinks on the floor, to the point where i was reminded of Bombay's local trains. It was unbearable. If people (i.e. normal sized guys and women) push up against me, i just fall..i don't seem to have any sort of strength. I don't like dancing that involves getting punched every three minutes, and stamped every thirty seconds. And it sucks all the fun out of the experience.
Tonight everything seemed to get on my nerves.
There was an old (paternal, even) creepy guy we recognized from the last time we were there. He kept hovering around us, and everyone was cribbing about him, but nobody did anything to drive him away. Finally i got annoyed (more with my friends than him) and went up to him.
"Look, can you just leave us alone? None of us is interested. "
And he just walked away, not before calling me a bitch.
The tragedy of the night was that I turned away the cutest guy- he asked me to dance with him. I regretted it deeply, the minute he walked away, cause he was really good looking and a great dancer.
He slid up to me and asked if I would dance with him. Idiot that I am, I said, sorry, I don't dance with other people. He responded with "I'm a nice guy", to which I said that I was sure he was, but I just didn't dance with other people- I'd probably stamp him.
He said it's ok, I respect that. And walked away. Without haunting me, giving me stupid grins, and abusing me. waah, why do i have to be sensible about these things!
And then later, he was dancing with another friend of mine. aaaaaa
Anyway. Must rethink strategy here.
Another shocker was that some guy actually noticed my friend's earrings- she was wearing American football jersey earrings (Patriots), because there was a match involving the Patriots today that we saw at the bar.
I didn't realise that there are still guys out there who will notice earrings.
A low point of the evening was that some old dude bought drinks for the four of us. I was disgusted that I accepted the free drink. But I was quite a bitch about it- he tried sidling up to us after that, and two of my friends danced with him, the poor souls. I just gave him a look of disgust and walked away.
I think the right thing to do is just not accept drinks at all- the next time I should tell myself that!
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