So I went out last night with a couple of buds to grab some delicious peanut butter dumplings and hit up some local hotspots. It was a great time, but I made a somewhat unnerving discovery.
I no longer know how to talk to girls in bars.
I used to be able to do it no problem, hell it even yielded some results every now and again. But then three things happened: I spent (collectively) 2.5 years in long-term relationships, I turned 30 and I got sober (not in that order). Now that I am single it would seem that the skills I used to employ have faded somewhat, and I cant tell if its lack of practice, being old, lack of liquid courage, or a combination of the three.
Now dont get me wrong, I wouldnt trade those relationships or my sobriety for all the bar girls in the world. But I used to enjoy it. Or at least I remember enjoying it. Being completely shitfaced at the time might have had something to do with that.
I love girls, I love to look at them, talk to them, do stuff with them (if you catch my meaning), but I seem to be in an odd place where I feel either too old for them, or too bored with them to really give it my all. So when I go out, in hopes of meeting a flock of lovely ladies, its just a little disheartening to feel so off my game.
Feelings of insecurity and self-doubt, that frankly Im not used to feeling. I wonder if women truly realize the ability they have to completely change a guys emotional landscape with an over-the-shoulder look, or perfectly cut top lol. I say that in an admiring way, because it absolutely fascinates me the mysterious ways that women can move. Even without meaning to, just through the curve of a hip or the shadow of an eye through an absently settled lock of hair. The slightest little things can turn me into a puddle.
In the end though, I guess I should probably just stick to meeting girls on the Internet. There, a 30-year old comic book dork is king!
PS - Check out
The New Shop Car!
I no longer know how to talk to girls in bars.
I used to be able to do it no problem, hell it even yielded some results every now and again. But then three things happened: I spent (collectively) 2.5 years in long-term relationships, I turned 30 and I got sober (not in that order). Now that I am single it would seem that the skills I used to employ have faded somewhat, and I cant tell if its lack of practice, being old, lack of liquid courage, or a combination of the three.
Now dont get me wrong, I wouldnt trade those relationships or my sobriety for all the bar girls in the world. But I used to enjoy it. Or at least I remember enjoying it. Being completely shitfaced at the time might have had something to do with that.
I love girls, I love to look at them, talk to them, do stuff with them (if you catch my meaning), but I seem to be in an odd place where I feel either too old for them, or too bored with them to really give it my all. So when I go out, in hopes of meeting a flock of lovely ladies, its just a little disheartening to feel so off my game.
Feelings of insecurity and self-doubt, that frankly Im not used to feeling. I wonder if women truly realize the ability they have to completely change a guys emotional landscape with an over-the-shoulder look, or perfectly cut top lol. I say that in an admiring way, because it absolutely fascinates me the mysterious ways that women can move. Even without meaning to, just through the curve of a hip or the shadow of an eye through an absently settled lock of hair. The slightest little things can turn me into a puddle.
In the end though, I guess I should probably just stick to meeting girls on the Internet. There, a 30-year old comic book dork is king!
PS - Check out
The New Shop Car!
30 year old comic book dorks get all the ladies. Do more conventions!