Girls. Women. Females. I swear that, for as long as I live, I will probably never completely understand them, but that’s probably the way it’s meant to be. I’m not going to say too much because, well, I don’t really want to. Let’s just say that I’m unsure what has changed about me in the last six months or so. Something must have changed, because clubbing is very different for me now than it was before. I think it’s fair to say it’s much better now than it was before, but I have absolutely no clue why this should be the case. That’s me: Completely F. Clueless, Esq.
Anyway, I went out clubbing tonight with my brother, my cousin Terry and his two friends Treung (sp?) and Colin. It was Terry’s birthday on Thursday, so we were celebrating it in the typical way. We had a great time. I went to a club called Level 5 for the first time. It’s on level 5 (of course) of the Hilton Hotel on the Queen Street Mall. It’s basically a hip hop club. I didn’t think I’d enjoy it, but I did. It was great! I’ve decided the reason I go clubbing is simply because I actually enjoy dancing. As soon as it starts getting too freaky for my taste, I pull back. I think tonight is the first time I’ve really and truly realised, I don’t want to meet a girl in a night club. No matter who the girl is, it just doesn’t seem right to be attempting to pick up a girl in a night club. People have been telling me this for ages, but I just haven’t been listening I guess. I’ve either got to be comfortable with meeting girls in clubs, or I’ve got to realise that when I go clubbing, I’m doing it because I enjoy dancing. If it starts getting freaky, get the hell out of there because you’re not going to pursue it, idiot!
So this begs a question: If I’m not going to pursue girls’ advances in clubs, where am I going to meet them? Well uni seems like the obvious place, but it’s easier said than done, I think. It’s not like you can just go and sit down next to some stranger and start talking to them, and appear as if you’re a perfectly normal human being. Or is it? Maybe that’s just the thing. Maybe they’re not looking for completely normal. Maybe they want something out of the ordinary to happen. I don’t know. It’s late and I’m getting tired.
I can’t believe I’m committing this to my blog. I really need to add that option which will allow me to post private entries. But I needed to put this somewhere. I needed to record the fact that I’ve come to a decision about clubbing. And I just need some help to enforce this decision, I suppose. At the very least, I hope my humiliation has provided some interesting reading for those who bother to read my blog from time to time. Honestly, this is worse than Big Brother!