Saturday, September 20, 2008

Friday Night Bars

So, I made the horrible mistake of going out to the bar in my area. Sure, it was a Friday night, but I'm so over it, and besides -- going to bars is no way to spend good money. Give me a nice pair of shoes, nice wine or great meal ANY day. I actually went out with the intention of seeing a neighbor and friend at a party of hers. I never made it there, because of how lousy the bar scene was, and how drunk my friend had gotten before we had a chance to make it there. But we won't go there.

Anyway, the scene was as I expected: a large college party with guys trolling the scenes and girls shimmying up to get the guys to notice. Sigh.

Now, what blows my mind is what some women do to get attention: dancing on top of the guy, or on top of their girlfriends to get their attention just to feed any male fantasy? Don't get it twisted - dancing with your girls is fine. But often you can tell when it's just a bit much.

Anyway, I met a group of guys that kept talking to me, with one of their friends reminding me of guys I met in the past. One of them, "Derek" bought us beers (even though he'd asked what I liked, and got me another instead) and my friend and I chatted with him and his friend "Sam". Derek also kept sticking his ass out at me to grab it, which was, well... Idiotic, I'd say? I guess it was an awkward attempt to get at me, and his wingman, Sam, was talking to my friend. However, it appears that Sam may have just been doing his job until Derek seemed settled. He promptly disappeared to hang out with a girl in their extended group.

Within 5 minutes of meeting us, Derek invited us to his house the next afternoon to hang out. He'd be watching some games with his buddies, and he wanted to invite "gorgeous women" over to his place.

Later, Derek kept reciting his address, and asking if we'd go. By the time I managed to peel my friend out of the bar, I'd rolled my eyes. He'd "invited" us, yes, but the chances that he'd remember are slim to none if we factor how much drinking he may have done.

And, well... It seems LAZY that as opposed to asking for a phone number, he'd give an address and expect us to find our way over. It's like the boys in college that invite you to the frat house for "the biggest party ever" when you realize it's their efforts to admire a plethora of women.

In any case, it's Saturday morning, and I have to laugh it off. But man, staying on my couch with a glass of wine and movie seems SO much sexier!


Thursday, September 18, 2008

70s TV & Relationships Examined

Although born after the 1970s, I loved 70s TV. Its topics were a lot more real, and did a lot more exploration of lifestyles outside the "norm" for that time. Nowadays, that's not uncommon but we need to think about what was going on then to consider it revolutionary: our country in transition, Civil Rights, Women's Lib, Vietnam War... And just out of the "simpler" time of the 1950s. I mean, face it: it was country-crisis time.

In "Three's Company," we have two girls and a guy, single living in hot, sunny CA... In "The Jeffersons," we have the exploration of an upper middle class Black family.. "All in the Family" breaks down the everyday life of a narrow minded, bigot of a man and his family... And in "One Day at a Time," we have newly divorced Ann Romano taking life into her own hands to start again as a single woman with two teen daughters.

It's the latter I want to take a peek at. I was watching a rerun last night about the main character Ann, and her reluctance to head to a singles bar while her daughters are away. Through coaxing by her friend and neighbor, she goes and witnesses how the "single and ready to mingle" live on a Friday night in 1970s Indianapolis. After witnessing men make the rounds, and the women who accept and reject their advances, she realizes that people need people. And, that's when she is aware of how much she has going for herself.

I LOVE going out. I get to do it less these days as most of my friend are in long term monogamous relationships and spend time with their significant others.

But I notice that when I go out, it's a lot like Ann. Which is when I smiled to myself, realizing I can take a lesson from 70s TV: people out there want something and someone. So the bar scene I go to, although 35 years later, isn't so different.

Who knew? Wondering what I can get out of watching a little Jack Tripper...