Over the weekend, the boys and I went out for what turned out to be a rather extensive evening. I've pretty much stopped bar- and club-hopping for a variety of reasons (the first of which being financial, the second of which being my sanity, and the third of which being my health) but somehow I got sucked into a Friday night of fun that lasted well into the wee hours of Saturday morning.
We began our evening on one cafe terrace, sipping beers and sweating. It was too hot and too humid to do much else. Afterwards, we ate dinner on a nearby terrace (more sweating), and then had another drink on yet another terrace (cool down).
I was ready to call the end of the evening right there, as the boys has made it clear that I wouldn't be attending the second half of the night's events (which consisted primarily of scoping out ladies for Mr. Sarcastic)**. But at the end of the meal, we all began arguing - them urging me to come along, and me insisting my presence would hinder their hunt. Eventually, I agreed to go, and it turned out to be a lot of fun.
The highlight of the evening? It occured just pas 3:30 am. When the bar was at a 9:1 male:female ratio, I just began turning down boys looking to dance with me without a whole lot of grace. Sitting on a bench, dripping sweat from at least 120 consecutive minutes of dancing, I really just wanted a break.
After five minutes of sitting in peace next to a silent, quiet type, yet another suitor tried to get me to dance. I declined, and turned back to look at the people on the dance floor. After a moment, the guy next to me leaned over and said, "Why not just dance with the guy? Make him happy..." His tone was warm, sort of giggly, as if to suggest he was in on the joke.
I turned to him and said, "I can't dance with men who come up to my shoulders. Physically, it's not possible. And it's uncomfortable. I'm just too tall for him."
The guy smiled and said, "Oh, come on. He's not all that short. And you're not all that tall. Why not just dance?"
"No really. I'm really tall."
"No you're not."
"Yes I am."
"Stand up."
So we stood up and guy was pretty much eye-level with my chest. We just took one look at one another and started cracking up, and then we sat down together.
"Ok. I hear you. Don't dance with him. I'm not gonna ask you, either!" he laughed.
**What do you all think? If two guys go out alone, do they have more or less of a chance of finding a girl if another girl is already with them? Part of me thinks it's harder, but then another part of me thinks girls find a group of three (with one female present) less menacing, and might be more open to discussion/conversation than if approached by two guys. Not sure about this one.
Oh, absolutely, it's much more encouraging for a girl to walk up to a group of people that includes another woman. Well, for me anyway. I guess it all depends on the woman in the group--if she's encouraging, then it's a-ok. If she's Lincoln Park Trixie? No, it's very off-putting and judgmental.
I agree, it's much less intimidating. BTW, what's the name of the club, it sounds fun .. and could a woman go there alone or wouldn't that be safe in Paris?
ALWAYS easier to approach a mixed group, I think. Unless it's a group full of Heathers.