Ladies Night

On Thursday I went out for a night of dancing and drinking. It all started out innocent enough we went for pre cocktails at a co-workers apartment and I brought the fixings for Flirtinis (the signature drink of my former home) and we all stat around and made small talk and had a few cocktails before heading out to dance.

Once at the bar we discovered that Thursday night has a drink special … triples for $9.00. So of course we all got one and hit the dance floor for a rocking good time. We met some boys who were more plastered than we were and they spent much of the evening flirting and dancing with all eight of us. One of the guys even tried to me, and then the next girl and then the next girl well all of us really.

At some point one of the girls bet me that I couldn’t get behind the bar. “Obiviously, ou don’t know me very well” I said and in under a minute I was behind the bar, drink in hand hugging the bartender and having my picture taken by one and all. After emerging from behind the bar one of the drunk boys bought me a liquid cocaine (Jagermeister and Goldschlager if you didn’t know) and then a mixed drink. I was halfway through the drink and I had to ask what it was. Rye and Ginger was the response … oh dear I thought if I can’t taste rye, I am in trouble. So I ordered another triple … for everyone.

The night continued with dancing and boys and so many pictures. Towards the end of the evening some poor drunk boy started chatting me up. He seemed nice at first but as he continued to talk it became obvious that he was drunk, and had low self esteem, a lethal combination.

“You’re so pretty, but a girl as beautiful as you will never like me. It’s okay if you don’t want to talk to me” he said. “Well I am not going to like you if you don’t like yourself” I replied. “I just want to by you drinks and hangout with you. I love your hair. Your beautiful.” “It’s a wig, and I have a drink. I have to go.”

At this point in the story I am sure my regular readers are wondering, where’s the part where you keep the dream alive? So far you have said no to one drunk man and run away from a limp fish … what gives?

Well at about 1am it was clear we had all had enough to drink so we headed to the coat check to get our coats. As I was waiting in line for the coat check I saw a cute boy out of the corner of my eye. He was blonde, blue eyed and no more than 22 (okay no more than 21 – shut up!) We locked eyes, then I had to look away to get my coat and when I looked back he was still looking so I walked up to him – now the order of events is a little fuzzy but all this happened – I said hi, he said hi, then we kissed for a minute, then I told him I was leaving and he shrugged and said that’s too bad and I left. It all felt a little silly, but a great way to end a fabulous evening with the ladies.

And I finally got the “snogging” I have been craving.

All the best

The Single Girl