July 27, 2009

Things I’m Terrible At: Talking to Guys in Bars

Why hello there, boy in the striped, buttoned-down shirt chatting me up at the bar. You’re cute enough, you're nice enough, and you even use proper grammar despite being seven Yuenglings deep. But even with all those charms, I’m not going to be able to let you pick me up.

You know why? It's because I'm terrible at talking to guys I meet in bars. Honestly, I have no idea what to say to you. That's great that you're trying to talk to me while a remix of the latest Lady Gaga tune is blaring away in the club, but your approach makes me want to run away. As you lean in shouting your name into my ear, I clam up and smile meekly or defer to my girlfriends.

Maybe it’s because one summer at a Jersey Shore bar, I was really friendly to one of your kind and he proceeded to grope me on the dance floor and lick my face. I’m sorry, I’m scarred. One grabby drunk ruined the lot of you for me. Maybe it’s because despite my confidence, the shy, nerdy grade-schooler in me comes out when you--a stranger who may want to sleep with me--tries to get my attention.

Although I might be wearing a low-cut little number, in reality I'm reserved. I’m more comfortable meeting guys in three circumstances: through work, school or a friend. I’ve dated one person that I met at a bar, and that’s only because we connected over an Old Dirty Bastard song. Come on, an encounter like that deserves some follow-up.

Maybe if you bought me a book instead of a Bud Light, I’d emerge from my shy cocoon and blossom into the outgoing butterfly you want to see. But it usually takes years for that to happen, so you should probably move on to the girl making out with her best friend on the bar stool over yonder.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

seriously! what do you talk to these guys about? I once had a guy talk to me about how he used to work for Bon Jovi... and by "work for Bon Jovi" i mean "interned at the Philadelphia Soul"... Now I love Bon Jovi (and his leather pants) as much as the next girl, but really? this is a pick up line? What do I do with that?

Unknown said...

Oh the licked face approach. That will do it.

Anonymous said...

The worst place are airport bars.. "soo where ya going?" types of questions... and God forbid he starts talking about the mile-high club! leave the bar immediately

Emily said...

YOU freakin nailed it. #stripedbuttondowns #gelledhair #crewbrand #donteventhinkabouttalkingtomeifyouareoneoftheseguys #anxietyattack

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