Last night I started off my night going to a pub. It’s a pub I go to often. It’s small and usually has live music. Some weekends it’s packed other weekends it’s a ghost town. Last night it was a ghost town. Some 90’s cover band was playing.
I scanned the bar for any good looking women. Not much doing.
I try to get into social mood by dancing a little. I finally see a decent looking blonde sitting at the bar and approach her.
We start chatting and the conversation is going good. I can tell she is interested. She even made sure to mention that she was with a guy tonight but he wasn’t her boyfriend. They are “just friends.”
Of course, her male friend comes over and proceeds to cockblock me and I can tell things were getting a little awkward for her. I let it go. The crowd was dying down anyways. I wanted to continue my night so I left to go to another bar.
I ducked into a bar that you could say is club like – loud shitty music, a lit up dance floor, and half dressed women.
After a few minutes of standing around watching the end of a hockey game and sipping on a glass of water I had to ask myself “why the hell are you even here?”
When you reach a certain age the club is almost unbearable. I think the cut off point is 27 and that might even be a stretch.
Let’s face it, if your a guy the only thing the club has to offer is half dressed women and the off chance you may stumble into a one night stand with one of them. Other than that, the club has nothing to offer you. Nothing.
I use to enjoy going to the club or at least tolerate it. I spent an unjustifiable amount of my twenties in the club drinking way too much and chasing girls. Going to club has it’s time and place, but stepping into a club after the age of 25 will do nothing for you but destroy your soul.