Story of every clubber’s life: having to come up with a way to nicely let down that guy who’s damn persistent. I like to call them ‘stage five clingers’, and I believe that should become an actual dictionary term because some people can be overly obsessive. Stage five clingers will usually shower you with ridiculous pick-up lines and wreak of desperation, and their clinginess knows no bounds.
People usually meet new people through school, university, work, nightclubs, bars, social media, etc; the list could go on for ages. We live in a diverse world and most of us like to expand our horizons and make new friends, which can be very exciting and fulfilling. Some people are shy and may find it more difficult to reach out to other people, so I have accidentally stumbled upon probably one of the most bizarre ways to make friends.
So have you ever felt the need to add fuel to the fire to see how big the blaze can get? Ever seen the stern look on a security guard’s face and felt the need to try get a reaction out of him/her? It’s like trying to get a reaction out of those soldiers with the big black bearskin caps; it can be funny in a totally disruptive way, yet you don’t think about the consequences until you poke too much and cop what you deserve (uh oh!).
Ah, the dance floor. A place where generations upon generations have put their dignity on the line in the hope that their quick step will score a glance, a score, or even a long life partner. But in a time where moves such as the sprinkler, the shopping cart, and the worm saturate bars and clubs across Australia, just how are we to gage how genuine our dance partners are?
Each and every night on the town has one thing in common- your ID. Whether you’re heading local, or trying somewhere sparkly and new, that not-so-shiny plastic card in your back pocket is your key to the successes of the night ahead. Believe it or not, your driver’s license may just be setting your night off to a good, or bad start.
Bars are a dangerous place in both love, and in life. While many of us spend a night by the bar snacks covering our hearts with figurative bubble wrap while drowning our sorrows in peanut salt, the true dangers lie in physical, not emotional injuries.
The following 3 bar induced injuries are the most common
After fooling around for a couple of years on the venue circuit, you’ve finally managed to find a girl who you wouldn’t mind spending more than a one night stand with. The task at hand may seem easy, but understanding the many ambiguous words of the female can be overwhelming for the one-night-stand type male.
The bar brawl has been part of the social spectrum since long before you, I, or even our grandparents were born. Think of a time when a Wet Pussy meant nothing more than a cat having fallen down the river, when a Cowboy Shot meant a man with leather boots and a wound, and when Sex On The Beach was something for the savages.