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Welcome back and congratulations on taking your first step to leaving the bars and testing new waters, and no, De Nile does not count.
Despite the unsettling facts discussed in series debut of the impossible environment the bar creates for romance, it is not to say that we don’t have much more promising locales. In fact, instead of the tired query of “Where else I can go to meet someone?” I challenge you to consider “What else you can do to meet someone in or out of a bar?”
Why is it that there is always a sense of excitement when we get ready for a night on the town? A bubbly anticipation as we zip our dresses, button our blouses, spray the cologne, tousle the hair. It's not as if we are going out to that same bar that we've been frequenting for the last 5 years, for the first time! The floors are still sticky from spilled drinks and foot traffic, the doorman is still on a power trip and the same drunk teenager with a fake I.D is always dancing on the table in the corner for no good reason. Yet, weekend after weekend, we rally at the house, donning our party apparel, high fives all around and a silent expectation brewing in our well dressed bodies. But, for what?
Life is not as complicated as we think. Essentially, life can be described as a long series of yes' and no's. Happiness? Yes. Holiday Pounds? No thank you. A raise? Yes, please. A date with Carrot Top? Um…let me think about it, no.
However, in between the yes', nope's and Heck ya's, there is a gray zone; a particularly uncomfortable area that I like to call the Maybe Zone. Maybe's, I'm not sure's and I don't know's reside in this wasteland. Here, dwell lost causes, unresolved issues and generally the unknown. Among the lost causes, you may encounter our opinion of Britney Spears, the justification of the war in the Middle East and, my least favorite, Friends with Benefits, or what I like to call FwiBs.
We have all been there before! Six margaritas, three very adamant "I'm not drunk's!!!" and one phone number of a chemical engineer with braces later, there we are, scrolling through potential victims to drunk dial. We all have them; the two or three people that always pop-up into our psyche every time we somehow have a little too much too drink. The only inhibition we possess however, is not if we should actually call them, but who we really should call first! This is where our friends step in, de-claw the cell phone away from our grips and remind us that we are drunk and that it's a bad idea. But is it really a bad idea?
In a world full of flowers, first kisses, butterfly stomachs and candlelight dinners, we tend to see the world through relationship-colored glasses. We revel in the company of a special someone, we bask in the afterglow of an afternoon delight and we can't imagine our lives without a ‘plus one' in it.
Romance is in the air and the idea of being single is as dreadful as starting a very-much needed diet during the Holidays; you miss out on all the fun!
So, he or she has finally called! The endless hours monitoring the phone, the handful of calls to the phone company to make sure that the network connection has not been interrupted by some random freak accident, and the minor burn from the super glue on your hand to make sure you didn't miss 'the call' seems to have all paid off! You got the call, you did the little hallelujah dance and then continued to modestly answer the phone with a nonchalant 'Hello?' Now what?
Well, for those lucky ones who chat until the wee hours of the morning and got to ask the famous high-school talk-fest question "are you asleep?" – Congrats! For the others, the confused, the perplexed individuals – Listen up.