In a crowded room drowned in dimmed lights that changed to the beat, danced a young woman squished between friends, avoiding aggressively-bouncing grown men who don’t understand the concept of personal space.
They laughed and grabbed hands, switching positions anytime one got too close. Not interested in starting a relationship on the dance floor, but preferring to have at least one only girls night a month, they had grown accustomed to the drill.
A break in songs they actually knew led them to the bar. The blonde wiggled her way between two overly tall bodies and stood on the small step underneath the bar, leaning forward with her card in hand. A few minutes passed and the tall man to the left asked what she was drinking.
“Cider,” she said with a bright smile on her face, but immediately turned to the now ready bartender and ordered three for her and her friends.
With the bartender busy, the man leaned in again. “Let me buy you a round.”
Three glass bottles slid in front of her. She grabbed them, holding them in between her and the man. “Already got it, but thanks anyway.”
The man laughed. “And I got the next one. Three more of those and a beer, please,” he said to the bartender.
“No, thank you,” she said again and motioned to the bartender, who nodded.
“What? You don’t want free drinks?” The man puffed his chest out, losing his cheerful demeanor.
The woman glared. “I just bought drinks. We don’t need more.”
“Yeah, whatever. Try not being such a tease, then.” His eyes raked her body, settling on her chest.
She walked away without another word to join her giggling friends who had spotted a cutie across the room. With a playful smile and raised eyebrows, she handed out the drinks. “Perfecting your plan of attack?”
“Maybe,” the two said innocently before they all burst into childish laughter—the encounter with the man out of sight and out of mind because let’s face it, it wasn’t the first time and wouldn’t be the last time they’d run into a guy like that.
Basically what it’s like to be single and in your 20s…
I’m trying to write more and since my brain goes 100 different directions at all times and some days I just can’t focus on my stories, I’ve started to do the free writing thing. It’ll probably come out more personal than other things because it’s obviously easier to write what you know.
I’ve just recently started going out almost every weekend and while I don’t necessarily enjoy that, I also don’t like spending all my time alone in my studio apartment… it is very hard to date in your late 20s.
Anywho, I hope you enjoyed the little story of men who don’t get it! 😉