Love in this Club?

Looking for Love in all the wrong places..

The other night while I was out at a spot, this girl steps to me and starts talking a bit of game at me. I say my polite ‘hey, hi, how ya doings’, and follow through kinda swiftly with the, ‘aaah, I’m actually married with kids’, to cut the pain short. Soon after, my homey, (a mutual friend of mine and said girl), comes by and tells her that she’s actually cock-blocked herself from some other dude she was also trying to get at who had started to step to her as she came up to speak to me.

Sorry girl. Maybe I should wear a ring when I go out.

Later on in the night while I was chilling having a beer, this girl is next to another friend of mine. They both say wassup to me and she goes on to tell me that she failed with the other dude and she’d never find a husband that night. She told me she was “baby hungry” and needed a husband and that it needed to happen that night.

Are you kidding?!

So knowing the bar isn’t the place to be talking all kinds of wisdom, I quickly told her that she doesn’t need a husband, she needs a friend. Because a millionaire never got rich without having a smaller amount first. I told her that the problem with looking for “relationship men” in a club is that most men there are looking for 3 things – to hear music, get drunk or high, and get pussy. So if you’ve got one of them, ie “pussy”, and they’re half way into another 2 of them, ie “drunk or high”, they don’t give a shit what your goals are, they’re almost 3 for 3.

She thanked me, I nodded, and she left.

Why the hell are women looking for the perfect man in a place meant for people to get fucked up and have fun? Shouldn’t you be looking to get fucked up and have fun too? You don’t go to the movies to talk, or to the liquor store to “browse”. These places have purposes.

I don’t quite understand the logic behind searching for something of substance in a space where there isn’t much substance to be put on display other than the substances being abused to make the music sound a little more tolerable. The club is more a peacock show than anything else. I mean, there’s definitely good people out and about in the clubs, but fuck, they don’t wear signs on their backs to show it. And you’re gonna let them talk you through their validating themselves through breaths of liquor and winter fresh gum? C’mon.

Ladies, do yourselves a favor. Have fun in the clubs, that’s what they’re there to provide. If you find some eye candy that you’d like to unwrap, pursue it. But if you’re looking to find the richest, wisest, most relationship worthy individual in the whole venue just by eyeing out prospects, good luck. You’re just as likely to figure out who has the most money by looking at what they’re drinking.

It’s easy to be safe in the relationship world. It goes something like this: Acquaintances to Friends. Friends to Lovers. Lovers to Lifers. Lifers to Parents. That way, when you’re “baby hungry”, at least you, know, like, love and have committed to the person having that baby with you. But you gotta finish step 1 before you can get to step 2. Otherwise, just keep it at 2 stepping and double shots. That’s truthfully not half bad either.

Enjoy yourselves.

Love&Respect,
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