I had a terrible stomach pain yesterday (I still do in fact, a reduced version), and was determined to cancel whatever plans it was I had last night. A lady friend of mine wanted to go and meet some newfoundfriends from the almighty Facebook at TwentyOne.
After much talk and Maya’s persistence, I ended up going too: SOCIAL OBLIGATION.
SO off we went to the city, battling traffic and bitching about idiotic drivers surrounding. Off to a great start.
We were expecting 2 kinds, a man (37) and a boy (24), while all of us girls fell into the range between the two. Ideally, the man would have been the preferred choice because everyone knows that women like older men. But we were not prepared to be proven wrong.
37 was old-looking, Italian, and wore a shirt that would not button all the way to the collar (too tight, or something). He brought another friend, could be a couple of years younger who was also Italian, but didn’t share the same DOM* appearance. Both did not consume any alcohol.
THE ITALIAN STRATEGY: Man stays completely sober. Brings woman over to house. Gives her lots of red wine. Does not let her out until the next morning.
After sometime, 24 turns up dressed very decent. Apparently, a law student from a public university. Quiet, stands in the corner, cannot shake hands with people properly. Only talks to one person.
LAW STUDENT: Shy and underexposed. What the hell is he doing in a place like this???
After a while, the 37 and friend move to the entrance to the toilet, undressing with their eyes every woman or girl that passes. Making moves on strangers, dances like a Chippendale.
We make like a banana and split. And went to KFC to bitch about the opposite sex.
My advice (which someone once gave me) is that these are not the best of places to meet a man. In fact, the library might be a better option. As for me, I think I will try my hunting in an airport or on a plane.
*Dirty Old Man
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