Friday nights can be interesting. It was the first Friday of the month so I didn't anticipate a lot of business. We were baby bear for the night. I alternated between the side door and the dance floor. It's amazing how many people had the extra mustard on their retard sandwiches.
The side door was amusing with how many people can be cautious going down the stairs to the bathrooms but then trip and fall on their way up being just as careful. Sometimes on the side door, people will sit down and hang out for a few minutes. It's a nice break from the boredom to hear about somebody else's night.
The dance floor gets entertaining on a sociological level. This particular night, I had two women to watch. If I position myself on the far side of the room, I can see the dance floor and the bar so no matter where rowdiness rears it's ugly head, I can be there to show it to the door.
On the bar side was a woman who was wearing a green dress with white stripes hanging out with a friend who was wearing a grey blouse and a print skirt. They seemed to just be talking among themselves, minding their own business. A guy would pass by the two and want to approach but then get intimidated and move on. This went on for a while. I'd walk around on glass patrol, do a trash or bottle run, take up my position and those two would still be there. Eventually, grey blouse was approached by a male acquaintance. Introductions were made and the conversations started back up. It was just a matter of time before grey blouse and the guy would start holding their own conversation and green dress would just have the music and her rum and Coke for company.
The three of them moved over to the dance floor side and that's when the games began. It's always interesting to see the natural selection process unfold. Despite five or six contestants in the game of come home with me tonight, green dress didn't make a connection. Some were obvious rejections, a couple of them were trying too hard and a couple of others were so stereotypical of the kind of guy you see women like that wind up with that I was surprised to see them walk away empty handed. I would say that it was refreshing to see a woman who wasn't full of alcohol and bad decisions but in reality she probably already had a man and was just out for the night with her friend playing wing man.
In between trash runs and when things were slowing down on the bar side, there was a group of four women on the dance floor side that made for good people watching. There was one in particular that would have stood out regardless but in the crowd she was with, she might as well have hung a neon sign around her neck. Wearing heels, she was easily six feet tall which put her literally head and shoulders above everybody else in the group. She had long legs and a short skirt. When Dorothy Parker said that men seldom make passes at girls who wear glasses, she obviously had not met this girl. She definitely had the all this and brains too vibe working for her.
If you thought two women intimidated guys, by the time you double that those light beer drinking rugged individualists had no idea what to do with themselves. They'd try going in tandem, waiting for one to go to the bar to divide and conquer. Guys were getting shot down like clay pigeons. It was amusing up to a point but that night I was kind of curious to see just what kind of guy either of these two women would go for. All things considered, I guess it's better to go home with unsatisfied morbid curiosity than a case of blue balls like the leg humpers.
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