Uncouth PerspectivesNot on the rug, man.

So, Kristin, Marc, and I are sitting at the club.  It was supposed to be a live jazz band, but it’s some really obscure disco and indie-rock mix being dj’d.  Kristin looks over at one of the girls she’s been eyeing all night and sees that she has friends.

“There’s three of them!  And three of us!” she cries.

Oh dear.

They both turn to me, as I’m the deciding factor.

“You get the one in the blue shirt.”

You know what is funny about that is that she had caught my eye earlier in the night when we were watching some silly people pretend to dance on the dance floor. Honestly, she was very cute, perhaps even better described as “attractive”… though, in the dark, underground club it was hard to even see my friends well.

So, they both look at me expectantly. I smile slightly, turn my head and cross my arms.

I think they both screamed.

I felt actually kind of bad. I know they really wanted to go over and talk. And I DID find the girl attractive. But just not in that environment. Not like that.

I suppose that is part of the difficulty, at least for me. Meeting people can be, at times, a difficult task. A lot of people go to meet other people at bars… but it’s just not my style. Plus, I’m not looking for a quick hook or a light style relationship. I know in this case, Marc was in because he just wanted to do it–it does take balls and there are not always times like this–and Kristin was really intoxicated. It would have been fun.

But, still, I need to stand by what and who I am.

At one point, Kristen was going to go for it anyways. She got up, turned to me and kind did a “check her out” to the girl in the blue shirt. I think one of the girls saw. Funny. Kristen then turns around and starts talking to one of them anyway. I sat, resolute.

We ended up closing the night out and the two groups went up the stairs together. Then we walked off into separate groups and talked for several minutes, I believe glancing back at each other.

Then we all went home.

I don’t know why I shared this, but.. there you go.