I rarely go with my girlfriends bar hopping, I just can't get into it. I always feel out of place. When walking into a lounge I feel like the men are sizing us up, like cattle for sale. And of course they are.
I have never dated a guy I picked up in a bar. I have met some nice guys, chatted with them & danced with them. But in my mind I can just hear my mother flipping out, so I draw the line when it comes time to give out my number.
Guys don't like this, they don't like to think they have just wasted their night on a woman who was just pretending to be interested. Refusing to give out my number will turn a "was" nice guy into an asshole real quick. But to me, if a guy has nothing better to do than hang out in bars picking up woman, I don't want him. Yeah, I know, what am I doing there!
I am not interested in a party guy, lounge lizard, pick up artist, bar hop. I'm not a drinker & I just don't like the bar atmosphere. The fake personalities, the too politeness, the competition, none of it. I don't like to be sized up like a cheap piece of meat. I don't want men to think I am desperate & easy. Besides my mother would freak out if she heard I was picking men up in bars.
My gf's think I am silly & old fashioned, I don't care what they think, I am me & I like me! And, my mother does not live in their heads.
Usually I do Happy Hour with them every other week. I go bar hopping with them maybe a few times a year. They bar hopp just about every Wednesday, Friday & Saturday. On Sunday they meet at our "Cheers" bar to drink & watch the game. Why bother, they rarely get asked out? It just isn't working for them. There are other places to meet men. Men that aren't half drunk.
Friday night was my gf's birthday, we got all dolled up & headed for the bar. We had reserved a table, invited just about everyone we know & told them to invite anyone they wanted. The more the merrier.
We danced, we drank, we had fun. One of my guy friends introduced me to a collegue of his. We talked, danced & laughed. He was nice, articulate, good looking, polite. He seemed to have his act together. At the end of the night he asked for my telephone number. If I had met him anywhere else but there I would have given him my business card, but because we were in a bar all I could hear was my mother shouting. "Don't pick that up, you don't know where it's been!
I have never dated a guy I picked up in a bar. I have met some nice guys, chatted with them & danced with them. But in my mind I can just hear my mother flipping out, so I draw the line when it comes time to give out my number.
Guys don't like this, they don't like to think they have just wasted their night on a woman who was just pretending to be interested. Refusing to give out my number will turn a "was" nice guy into an asshole real quick. But to me, if a guy has nothing better to do than hang out in bars picking up woman, I don't want him. Yeah, I know, what am I doing there!
I am not interested in a party guy, lounge lizard, pick up artist, bar hop. I'm not a drinker & I just don't like the bar atmosphere. The fake personalities, the too politeness, the competition, none of it. I don't like to be sized up like a cheap piece of meat. I don't want men to think I am desperate & easy. Besides my mother would freak out if she heard I was picking men up in bars.
My gf's think I am silly & old fashioned, I don't care what they think, I am me & I like me! And, my mother does not live in their heads.
Usually I do Happy Hour with them every other week. I go bar hopping with them maybe a few times a year. They bar hopp just about every Wednesday, Friday & Saturday. On Sunday they meet at our "Cheers" bar to drink & watch the game. Why bother, they rarely get asked out? It just isn't working for them. There are other places to meet men. Men that aren't half drunk.
Friday night was my gf's birthday, we got all dolled up & headed for the bar. We had reserved a table, invited just about everyone we know & told them to invite anyone they wanted. The more the merrier.
We danced, we drank, we had fun. One of my guy friends introduced me to a collegue of his. We talked, danced & laughed. He was nice, articulate, good looking, polite. He seemed to have his act together. At the end of the night he asked for my telephone number. If I had met him anywhere else but there I would have given him my business card, but because we were in a bar all I could hear was my mother shouting. "Don't pick that up, you don't know where it's been!
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