I don’t know if it’s Hollywood movies, tabloids, shitty television programming or simply the decay of society. All I know is that nine times out of ten, once people are in a bar, they are not normal. If by chance the behavior they exhibit while in the bar is normal for them, then I never want to see that person…ever.
A quick note on the guys. Trouble. I don’t care what age the guys are, most of them, by nights end, are looking for trouble. At least the ones that did not find a “hook up”, which happens to be 99% of them. If they didn’t come to the bar looking for trouble, they are certainly looking for it after dealing with bout after bout of rejection from the women. You know exactly what I mean. You could try to be friendly and give the short smile and the quick head nod when the alley is tight and you need to squeeze by each other, but that cordial gesture could ignite an incident. You, after having been polite, receive the typical “do you have a problem” response. At this point you simply shake your head in disbelief, however this reflex response only escalates the situation. The fellow now taps his buddy on the shoulder, they both look at you and proceed to walk towards you. You know the drill, it happens all the time.
On to the fun part…the women. Girly power.
I had no idea there were so many super models abound. At least, at the bars, all the women seem to think they are super models and us lowly men are lucky to even be in the same presence of these omnipotent beings. That’s right, all of a sudden these average women who are all primped out to the nines look at you as if you are a lowly peon that can offer the world nothing (unless of course you are totally loaded and she knows it). The attitude they now posses exudes through their skin. Wielding the look and emitting that vibe of “do not dare come over and try to talk to me. I will laugh in your face and mock you, little man.” It’s comical really, but still does you no good when you want to get some action for yourself.
You’re a nice guy, so when you do try to talk to them in a respectable manner, they do not even give you the courtesy of looking at you when something resembling a conversation ensues. Their eyes wander around the room. One hand holding their drink and the other holding the straw in the drink, rowing it in circles simply as a means to pass the time with a look of disdain from the boredom of the conversation at hand that she has heard 100 times already this evening. If she does not cut you off and tell you that she needs to go talk to her girlfriend, she will ask you to buy her a drink. You think, “woohoo!, I’m in! She wants me to buy her a drink so that must mean she is in to me.” Wrong. She just wants a free drink. As soon as you come back with her drink, now is the time she needs to talk to her girlfriend. You didn’t eve get her name, but she got a free drink. If for some reason she approaches you later in the evening, chances are she just needs another drink. She will smile and say something coy to you to get what she wants. After all, who doesn’t enjoy a free drink.
This will happen to you several times throughout the evening. By this time you feel like a sucker…because you are. Women have all the power in these situations. They flex their girly power like weight lifters in the Mr. Universe competition and there is nothing you can do about given the circumstances.

you the dancer
Most women like to dance. In fact, a lot of them have only gone to the place you are at ONLY to dance. It’s true. But you don’t know this. You think they are there for the same reason you are there, to pick someone up. You don’t dance. You look like a Proboscis monkey when you dance, but you figure, what the heck. If you want some, you need to at least try to dance. Of course, you crash and burn. How do you know you’ve failed? When the girl you come up on to dance with gives you that look. That roll her eyes, tilt her head to the ceiling look as she promptly turns away from you. Not only do you feel ridiculous, but you look it too. So, you may ask, what is the solution to end all of this misery?
Ah, the Internet. I will give you all of the information that you need, that you require, that you crave. I will tell you how to meet real people who are on the same page as you. No games. No attitude. Just real. I will tell you where these people can be found…in the next article.