This happened a few years back. I was 21, young, and ready to get into the bar scene near my college. It was around this time I found myself ready to join the swingers and get lucky. But there was a problem. I had no game. I thought I couldn’t hit on a girl if I tried.
But that night, I decided not to try. I decided to just grab drinks with my friends, and have a blast. Now, to understand what a bar night was like for me, it’s important to understand who my friends are. One friend of mine had trouble with his liquor. And by trouble, I mean he’d usually cry, be crazy happy and annoy people, or just go rogue because it made sense to him. Another friend would simply sit outside while we drank and smoke. That’s it. And another friend would bring his girlfriend along and always argue with her. And by argue, I mean screaming matches.
Understand what I mean? I’d have to venture outside the usual groups. So I’d be lucky, get into a conversation or two, and dance. It was a ton of fun. But tonight, I just decided to go to the bar and just look around. This was a college bar. It was cheap, there were fights, and the owners overpriced everything.