Why I don't fit in night clubs (Page 1)

Seriously, I said that. [I was probably thinking of one night where 3 guys wanted to kick me because I was talking to a waitress: I was looking for the bathroom.]

At least the girls laughed, but a "Hi" will probably suffice next time.

The one I talked to was Fiona. She was fairly friendly, and she looked much like one of my exes (this wasn't good news actually). Not having any "expectations" tonight, I still continued to talk to her, while my other 2 friends were trying to monopolize the conversation with the other girl.

I needed a drink. The prices vary between 3 euros and Infinite. I took a Malibu Pineapple which cost me 6 euros. For reference, a Coke is 3 euros. And I do think it's expensive. Yes, there is more expensive at other places, but give me a break for a minute.

The time goes by and the crowd slowly migrated to the dancefloor, so I invited Fiona to dance. She agreed and we went.

Now here's my problem. I respect girls' bodies. I don't grab, I don't caress, I occasionally hold hands and make her turn around, but I don't do much more. If you're not my girlfriend I'm not going to rub myself on your behind, neither am I going to pretend I'm your One And Forever. I just... don't.

What I learned that night is simple: if you don't do something you think is bad, someone else will. It's like when you pick up a wallet someone left behind: if you don't pick it up, it will eventually happen anyway.
Confirmation is the keyword. Two guys, both 28 à 29, one came over, physically picked up Fiona and went away while the other was telling me "it's okay, they are cousins and stuff". I promptly answered "Don't think I'm stupid". "Ha okay sorry dude", he said baffling.
I felt furious and insulted. She came quickly back to me to say "it's okay I'm going to dance with him a bit, don't worry". Continuously paranoid, I asked her "did this guy say something about me?", she said no.

Okay I'm clean then. Insulted but clean. It's a good thing no one cares.
The other guy, 75% loaded with alcohol, told me he was like me at my age. His advice: I just don't have to hesitate and get loose [at that moment I actually wanted to get lost].
I understand what he meant, I just can't do it. It's like insulting myself (That's right, touch her. Do it. You're just like one of them, Sebastian.).

That's probably what makes me the least compatible with night clubs. Talking is okay, dancing is okay ; but the touchy part and the fierce competition between guys to win a girl like a trophy bugs me. Maybe do I act just like them when I do my bodyguard thing, but really I'm not looking for ass when I go out. I think those places are out of personalization to find a girlfriend.

I dropped the case, and randomly danced around until I came across another girl. She weared glasses. You can't imagine how much I love girls with glasses, I think they are adorable. She told me she had a bf, I told her I didn't care, I just wanted to tell her I think she was cute. Then I also said I'm not used to the usual flirt. She told me nicely that I shouldn't give up. That made me smile, even if she didn't know I not looking for girls in there.

When leaving, I didn't pay the doorman. I didn't like his heartwarming welcome, and I assumed that being paid so much for standing next to a door didn't require additional tips. Then my friend told me that I better avoid talking to him again.
This is ridiculous, am I threatened by the mafia or something ?
You won't be his friend if you don't give him tips. Period. If your buddy is his friend, cool, but they are friends because your buddy gave him tips. This is kind of sad. I still can't believe that hierarchy of arrogant greedy cash-chasing soulless employees. It's all about money anyway.


Oh I will go out again, probably, but now I am aware that some places simply don't suit me. The good thing there, it's that it's dark inside (both in the room and in most of people's minds), so either people don't see, either don't care. For the outside, well, I better not try to chit-chat with the doorman.

I won't have further echos of that Saturday night, and that's why I describe it here, just for the sake of it. If you wish to add something from your own exp., feel free.


Anyway, I wish you guys a good week.