Clubbing expectation: A cute guy/girl bumps into you at the bar. Flirty chit-chat is had over a few drinks, followed by dancing. You make out for the rest of the night.
Clubbing reality: A guy/girl bumps into you at the bar. Whilst they talk about their stamp collection, you pretend to listen while thinking of an escape route. They stalk you all night.
I know that girls get thrown hilarious pickup lines that leave you staring at your drink trying not to burst into laughter. I saw a funny page on Facebook that inspired me with these pickup lines. Now guys, please try and refrain from using these as they don’t work; unless of course, on the odd occasion your new lady friend is completely delusional.
There is nothing worse when someone of the opposite sex who you clearly have no interest in starts talking to you on a social networking site such as Facebook and then asks for your number. Talking on the internet is fine, but when shit starts to get personal and they ask for your number, this is when you need to either get creative with your excuses or just straight up say, “No, I’m not interested”.
Oh, the dreadful walk of shame, the thought of wearing yesterday’s clothing, and today’s shame! However, let’s get one thing straight! I know I always write based on experience though, this time I thought outside the square and saw a potential killer article on the girls who thrive on taking someone home!
Underwear is essential and a polite way to cover your lady bits when dancing and bending over in clothing that are explicit or too short for an intoxicated person to cover up … I should know.
I am not one for wearing dresses out on a Saturday night,