Ok here’s the thing. I met a lovely crew of young women at a Juxtapose release party the other night. While I’m dancing with one of them (we’ll call her Rambo) another girl latches on to my arm holding herself up from the drunken stupper that is calling her earth bound. Rambo says “Come on you know you like’m like that”. I’ll save my reply for later and skip to tonight.
After going to by far the best night of soul on the West Coast, Pacific Standard Time (big ups Sake 1) a new friend of ours is leaving the club with no one on her arm and a little stagger / stumble in her walk. A bouncer annouces to everyone “someones not doing their job!” From this point on, the vultures begin to surround thier prey and one actually goes home with a meal (more to the point she drives him home in her car).
Now don’t get me wrong I’m all for a women getting some when she needs it and not calling her names for it. But there are times when safety should over ride your “needs”. And to add on to the answer I talked about with Rambo, “there’s no real prize in talking to a mostly drunk women who has no friends to protect her and would gladly take you home if you just ask”.
So what happens in the morning when I actually want to talk to her? (I like conversation) What is going to stop her from falling in love when I decide to go and get breakfast with a wild flower because that’s the kind of guy I am? (won’t be her esteem that’s for sure) Ladies, I’m writting this because I love you all and for my four sisters.
There are people out there who’s “job” it is to take you home, get what they can and leave you holding the baggage. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a guy and I’ve done my share but I’m clearly past my “take a girl home and have drunk sex” phase and here’s what you all should know.
It’s tougher to talk to you when your defenses are up, but if you feel your worth it there won’t be a shortage of us willing to try. I had fun with you gals too and here’s to having more fun with you and everyone being coherent.
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As a 31 year old woman, I have to agree that the days of looking to get drunk and get laid are past me. While in my younger days it was the norm, I’d even go so far as to say it was a goal at times, these days it’s just sad to see. Shouldn’t we be focused on making solid, real connections with people? Connections that last beyond a night you’ll barely remember and a morning you’ll most likely wish you could forget? We’re worth more. All of us. And yes, it’s possible to make those conections and new friends at a club. And, yeah, I had a kick ass time the other night too!
Rambo First Blood, huh? :P