Showing posts with label bars. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bars. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Too Much Mouse, Not Enough Cat



As Yogi Berra once said, "you can observe a lot by watching." Pay undivided attention to something - anything - for a little while and you'll be surprised by all the nuances you can pick up on. It really can be anything - the way your dog picks out his napping spot, the timing patterns of traffic lights, or the go-to phrases of your favorite (or least favorite) broadcasters. Recently I've taken my step-back perspective and used it to observe a timeless art of human courtship, namely the behavior of men and women in bars.

I used to always wonder how funny it would be to see a Discovery Channel-type documentary on humans done in the way you see it so often done with wild animals, including some British-sounding voice narrating the interaction between, and pursuit of, both genders. Well, it turns out, something to that effect has already been made (beaten to the punch on yet another idea). In any event, my main conclusion is that men and women pursue each other like it's a cat-and-mouse game. I'm not exactly breaking new ground with that, but the comparison is valid nonetheless. Before I say anything further, let's make it clear that this is a pretty big generalization made from a small but semi-respectable sample size, and while it's far from definitive, it's not outrageous either.

Your typical bar scene consists of males in the act of pursuit and females in the act of trying to be pursued. Men scour the room looking to see which women they want to go over to, and women scour the room looking for which men they want to come over to them. And so the game ensues. Women do their fair share to try to attract the attention of those they deem desirable, but most of it is nonverbal and passive - a glance here, a half smile there, maybe even an attempt at eye contact - it is all a momentary lowering of the drawbridge over the moat of inapproachability. Unlike the male approach to directly engage, the female approach is merely to facilitate interaction, not necessarily to initiate interaction.

Case in point - John, Kevin, and I were out a few Fridays ago, enjoying 3 dollar Guinness at a comfortably crowded bar with a band playing that almost didnt suck. As we were standing near the bar discussing baseball trades, three not bad-looking women made their way over and sat down at the table about 3 feet behind us, abound with "talk to me" body language. Almost simultaneously, three seats opened up at the bar, which I implored us to take because I had a bad hamstring at the time and my legs were killing me, plus how often can you get 3 seats at the bar at 11:00 on a Friday? We sit down at the bar, at which point Kevin notes "those girls behind us looked like they wanted us to talk to them, they're probably pissed." Sure enough, they left less than 10 minutes later in a small huff.

Of course, we'll never know if they left as a result of our supposed indifference or not, but it's still easy to picture one or two of them venting on the car ride home, "how dumb are those guys...didn't they notice that we sat down close to them and smiled in their direction?" Which brings me to my underlying issue - why do so many people consider it the male's obligation to get the ball rolling? If you really want to try to get to know me or one of my friends, it's not against the law to say "hi" yourself. Is it some underlying feeling of having the lower hand when you are the approacher as opposed to the approach-ee? Do some people really consider it beneath them to have to go up to someone else? Is it some female tendency to want any man to be able to read her signals, thus failing to act upon a woman's subliminal inviting messages means an instant disqualification? Of course, it could just be the fact that, when you're the approach-ee, you have surefire knowledge that the approacher is interested in you, whereas, if you're the approacher yourself, part of you is never quite sure right away if your target is actually attracted to you or if they're just being nice until they can invent an excuse to get away.

Obviously, we humans have done a decent enough job of pursuing each other over the years, hence our existence as a species. But I leave you this evening with this bit of wisdom: men are a preoccupied species. Our minds are a clouded archive of sports facts and movie quotes, and that's before the first pints of the night are poured. It took us decades to realize that when a woman utters the phrase "I'm fine," it means the complete opposite. So please, take that into consideration if you're trying to attract our attention, especially after a few beers. Because that point, we can't tell if a glance or two in our direction means you want us to talk to you, or if you're simply trying to look out the window to see if your car has a parking ticket on it or not.

Monday, July 12, 2010

Oh Sh*t Moments at the Bar

Your hanging out with your friends at the bar and meet a girl.  The conversation is going real smooth and the girl seems great.  She is cute, has a good job, and seems to have a good personality.  Then it happens.  Dave Matthews is played in the bar and her eyes light up.  "I love this song!" She jumps up and down and the notices your lack of excitement.  "What you don't like Dave?"

If I loved music like I love sports this would be a dealbreaker for me.  Because it isn't, I can muster to say, "He's alright."  The problem is my face looks like someone has just kicked me in the nuts.  She can see right through to my true feelings.  Suddenly the momentum you two have been building reaches a screeching halt, "Cliffhangers on the Price is Right Style."



Somehow Dave Matthews has inflitrated youth in this society and has been deemed socially acceptable music in all venues.  If this moment happens to you go grab a beer and reset.  You can move past this.  Many people who listen to Dave Matthews do it because they want to fit in.  This is probably the case in this situation as well.  Pick up the pieces and save the night.

Monday, February 22, 2010

Boyfriend Rental

There is certain protocol in human decency that is not met week in and week out. A girl is approached by a guy in the bar and is hanging out with him for an hour. The guy is thinking that things are going well and maybe I can get this girls number or make out with her. He leans in for a kiss at the end of the night and she says "I have a boyfriend." You might want to smack a bitch but ultimately you feel you have been used. I played witness to this this weekend but its happened to me before. Why do girls think this is ok to do?

Perhaps the girl does have some interest in the guy and wants to see what he is about. Perhaps she is just unable to hang out at the bar without receiving attention. Either way she needs to give the guy some type of warning. Do not allow him to waste his entire night on you believing your single. You are being a selfish bitch. If you want to chat for a few minutes and have a dance that's one thing but if its closing time at the bar and you haven't said anything shame on you. Guys are not dancing with you because they like to dance. For us its a means to an end. If we are putting in work for an hour at the bar, we expect something out of it. A number, a hook up, something. Definitely not, "I have a boyfriend but I had a really nice time". This is a results based industry and guys are not satisfied with dancing and talking.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

"Allergic? To dancing?"

I don't get it. I just do not get it. What is so much fun about dancing? And why does it become a seemingly involuntary activity when people go out? Don't get me wrong, being in a fraternity all 4 years in college with countless parties and mixers in my career, I've had more than my share of plastered fun on a dance floor. But that's a different animal. Everyone is out there for the same thing, to get as drunk as possible and hook up as often as you can (excuse me while I wipe away a tear of nostalgia), and sooner or later people are just going to start grinding all over each other. It's a four- or five-year vacation, depending on how you play your cards.

But let's take dancing at face value for a minute. You're moving your body around but not really going anywhere; you are in constant motion yet stay pretty much in the same spot on the floor. Why do people go so crazy about this? Why do we always see a bunch of girls at bars, evidently scorning men for the night and just going to town in their little circle there, acting like they just won the lottery? A theory behind that is they don't want to look too desperate so they're just going to dance "with my girls!" so it seems like they're having fun even if no males approach them that night (an outright lie). And on a side note, why do these groups of women way too often resemble a kickoff return team in terms of physical stature - i.e. there's one good looking one with a nice body (the returner) and 4-5 hulking behemoths around her (the blockers).

I'm not here to knock on dancing. I totally respect it as an art form and skill. And hey, if you've got it in the repertoire, then why not rock the hell out of it at the bar? But at the same time, oil painting is a skill and an art form, and I don't see people rocking their easels and canvasses when they go out on a Saturday night. When you get down to it, people like to dance in bars because they can get some dry humpage out of the deal, and then things go where they may. And that in itself is where the fun actually is - in getting attention or admiration from another person. Bouncing yourself around like a jackass is a means to that end for some people.

I suffer from acute White Man's Disease. Dancing is a skill that probably waved bye-bye to me sometime in the '80s. Even though you can take lessons and such, it doesn't make you "good," it just may elevate you to "doesn't suck." You're either born with the ability or you're not. So don't hold it against me if I don't see the enjoyment in dancing. It doesn't mean I don't like fun; it just means I'm self aware.

I find it funny when girls say "I can't be with a man who can't dance." Why does one particular skill become the deal breaker? You never hear a man say "I just can't be with a girl who can't hit a curveball." When you look at it that way, both statements are asinine, yet the former is somehow a belief that is accepted rather widely. Now I'd just love to meet the guy out there who keeps a wiffle ball set in his trunk and won't let a girl meet Mom unless she gets a piece of the ol' number 2. (Oh no, I think I just gave Matthew McConaughey a new movie idea.....)