There. I said it.
It’s usually loud, you can’t carry on a conversation, and people can be rude.
Last night, after a great dinner and conversation in a downtown restaurant, my girlfriend and I wound up in a seedy little bar. We were invited to join a group of men who we met briefly at the restaurant. My girlfriend was intrigued by one of the men in the group so we made our way to the
Let me preface this by saying that right now I feel mighty ambivalent toward men. I don’t hate them. I don’t curse them. I’m not thinking of growing my leg hair and buying a Subaru Outback.
I am simply just not interested in making an effort to get to know anyone.
I would rather just goof off with my friends.
So I was content to just hang out in the booth and let my GF and the new man chat amiably at the bar.
Instead, I got raked over the coals by his friends for being a Scorpio (“dominant bitches who hold a grudge”) and mocked for not giving my number out (“the Los Gatos girl is snobby”).
I totally took one for the team last night.
It was pure torture for me. It was so bad that by the time they sounded last call, I turned to my male companions and said, “Thank God! I can’t wait for my head to hit my pillow.”
Yes. Rudness. Out of me.
And it felt pretty good.