Hooking Up at the Bar
A very talented artist is leaving our company tomorrow, and while I would have enjoyed going out to a group lunch his co-workers instead set up a happy hour for tonight. Already the feelings of not being comfortable or thinking the “cool kids” wouldn't want me in their presence surfaced when I first saw the invitation, but some of my friends were talking about going and at one point the artist himself dropped off a business card and asked if I was going. Rey, like myself, never enjoyed the bar scene. He's much better at striking up conversations with strangers or associates, entertaining them, and making new friends. But he doesn't really drink, doesn't enjoy smoke, and probably doesn't like having to shout and ask people to repeat themselves. He worked with this artist too, and decided he had to at least make an appearance, but he wanted me to talk to other people besides him so we “didn't look gay”. I arrived at the bar a few moments after he did and as we walked in, he called his wife to set up an “exit strategy”. In 17 minutes she would call with some emergency with the kids or something and he would have to politely excuse himself “reluctantly”, and head home. In 17 minutes I was on my own.
I've been working for this company for nearly 6 years, so the people in the room weren't complete strangers. There were a few that I'd talked to enough that I felt comfortable talking to, but even then there were the same awkward conversations and silences, only louder. I'm not much of a mingler, so eventually the people I was talking to had to politely excuse themselves so they could talk to someone else. I honestly don't understand how people hook up at bars, and I may never be the sort of person who does. I understand the beer factor. I was at a wedding once where a hot co-worker and former sorority girl who wouldn’t look at me twice not only danced with me, but drunkenly called out her name at the end of the evening and told me to look for her at the next happy hour. The fact that we had met several times before and she still felt the need to tell me who she was made it clear that she had no idea who I was, and indeed when I smiled and said hello in the hall the next day I only received an uncomfortable nod of half-recognition in return. At our last Christmas party, another female co-worker might have been hitting on me, and definitely was very, very drunk. I understand the beer factor; I know I look better to them when they’re drunk. But when people are shouting over music and other people, I think there's no real conversation or comprehension to be gained. There's a lot of laughing and nodding, but no one knows what's been said. I spent part of the evening talking to one of the tech guys from our company who's sometimes hard to understand with his thick Chinese accent when I CAN hear what he's saying. I just nodded when he nodded, laughed when he laughed, and said “yeah” a lot.
There was a lot of laughing going on, and at one point a live guitar player belting out such hits as Sweet Caroline, My Life, Ob-la-di, Ob-la-da and of course Margaritaville. I can't say I wasn't entertained, but the performance was so close to karaoke it would have been even more fun if I got a turn on the microphone. The wings and mozzarella sticks were great, and at one point a girl I didn't know caught my eye, looked at me, looked away, then looked again. It wasn't the typical “ewww what is IT?!” look I usually receive either, and once more I marveled at the beer factor. It’s just as likely cheese was hanging from my chin, I suppose. I did get to talk to the guest-of-honor for a bit too, and recommended he add more pieces to his website. He may have been too drunk to register the conversation by this point, and his wife assured us that she was the designated driver.
It was a different sort of Thursday for me, definitely not the same as my normal routine of working late and going to the gym if I get done with my work before it closes. I did feel guilty when I came home and found my dad had resealed half the asphalt on our driveway today, moreso when I learned he didn't use gloves or a mask as a contractor in one of the bands we play in had recommended. It never ceases to amaze me how the cycle of life works. There was a time when my parents needed to monitor ME constantly, and now I find myself worrying what sort of trouble they'll get into when I’m not around. My mom went out today to one of the gardens she volunteers at, and he took the opportunity of no one being home and the weather being decent to do the job himself, his way. He told me he couldn't wait for the weekend because the weather was good today, and assured my mom that the sealant he got on the sidewalk would come off.
Someday, I'd love to have an “exit strategy” of my own to come home to instead.
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Any encouragement I give here on this subject will be taken as meddling, so I must resist.
Quick, MCF, post something about bunnies to distract me...
well, that was distracting...
Hmmm, so you go to a bar, a place where most of the women are superficially pretty, where they think about their makeup and tans and waist size and nothing else, who need to have fun by getting all boozed up, and you feel bad that these icky women aren't interested in you?
I've been rejected so many times, it's not even funny. You can't let it phase you. One day I just realized "I'm going to have fun in life, no matter what my circumstances". I hope I don't sound preachy, just someone who has been in similar circumstances.
MCF, you make me sad. And unlike thewritejerry, I am a meddler. I read you every day, and think you are an amazing and talented man. I don't remember too much about the bar scene because I was a bar singer, and everyone goes out of their way either to flirt with you or talk louder than you can sing, but what I do remember about my single days was that I was never drawn to the traditionally handsome and assured guys because they were so uninteresting. That still seems to be the case---beauty can, but doesn't always, take a free ride. And who wants shallow anyway?
Rey: An easier chance of getting *asked out*? Well, introverted females, or course, because most women are still ingrained to think they shouldn't ask a guy out.
Now, who's more likely to get a date? Introverted men, because society says it's more acceptable for guys to do the asking, therefore they can take the initiative. Do you see what I'm saying? I might not be explaining it the right way.
I'm extremely introverted (not shy, there's a huge difference) and was asked out once. (Not counting married men or men 20+ years older than me, of course.) And that one guy wasn't my husband.
And MCF, I really hope you didn't take what I said as mean. It's just that us introverted only children have to stick together and help each other deal with interacting with those extroverted people. ;)
And unlike thewritejerry, I am a meddler.
Oh, I assure you, Lorna, I am a big meddler!
But I didn't feel like upsetting MCF that day on a subject that I often meddle in his life about...
I have an extremely high opinion of MCF and think that he would make the perfect compliment/companion/main-man for some lucky woman.
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