Yesterday I went to a bar (last time was Nov 2005, and before that April 2004), so it's not something I do too often. Why? well .... I don't have bar appeal. Never have done. I don't have take me to bed eyes, and I don't want to be taken anywhere by someone who's come out to pick up (awful phrase) ......so my visits to bars are far and few between. Plus I am usually happy with pubs and parties...and boyfriends of course. But in the spirit of 'new single me' I put on my best t-shirt (the equivalent of wearing heels and make up for other girls), and a tiny bit of eyeliner (hey I am trying to conform here)....... and off we went. My friend is a bit more bar-red up then me, but she actually wasn't in her usual going out mood. And so two hapless creatures set off. We choose a good bar I know (yes yes its where i went the two other times I have been to a bar in my life) where the music is excellent and the clientele a little older then the normal 12 year old minimum. We arrived at 11pm (not too early), and settled down for the ride. Well mid way through our first over priced drink we realised we were sitting in a sea of couples, with my friend and I as token single girls. All the couples seemed very in-love and affectionate (why are they there......? the best thing about not being single is that you don't have to go to bars!!!!!). But we were not giving up, it was Thursday night (nightout night in Israel) and we were in a cool bar and sooner of later it would rock. And indeed, just like in Cinderella but slightly later, by 2am, the couples had gone home to sleep with each other, and in their place were lots of guys. As this blog is a social experiment in documenting my life, let me introduce you to the guys we saw there (some of which we had the displeasure of briefly meeting). For some it will all sound all too familiar, for others this maybe educational, there was; the guy who moves from place to place (looking out of place everywhere) the guy who is too tall to look anything but out of place the guy who thinks he's really cool, although he looks like he just met a head on collision the guy who stands there in his black t-shit and jeans and 6 of his friends (all dressed the same) and slightly sways all night (in or out of time with the music) the guy who asks you to dance while in the toilet que (your answer being 'no I need to pee) the guy who says your the most beautiful girl in the room, and then chats up the girl next to you the guy who talks to a different girl every 10 mins (10 points for effort) the guy (envy of all other guys) who's not that good looking but asks to sit next to you and flashes a cheeky smile following as if second nature into a completely relaxed conversation about himself, and you and how nice your t-shirt is (charming indeed) the guy who chats you up while staring at other girls the guys who stare at you as if to say 'hey look women!', slightly disturbing in any situation the guy who dance signs to you and tries to chat you up using dance movements (not succeeding I must say with any girl, as we all move away the moment he bumps and grins in our direction) the two guys wearing white shirts and the faces of donkeys who you moves to the other side of the room from, because you fear they may begin talking to you and your friend the guys with no necks the guy with too much hair gel, gold jewellery or / and aftershave and finally the guy who says you're not leaving (alive?) without leaving your phone number And so the night runs into early morning and you have had too much to drink and happily grab your friend and head off home. All the way re-telling each other the many funny things that happened to you that night. It was fun. Before you close your eyes, you think for a moment about the guy who you saw for a split second across the room, that like you, seemed not of the bar world, with the old blue t-shirt on and the ruffled hair. Your eyes met and he kind of smiled a shy smile, and then pooof disappeared, no doubt dragged off by his friend to another bar. SO IT WASN'T SO BAD. My friend and I survived our first proper night out. Now we can take a break from bars till next year........ |