Here comes the rant!

Why is it the case that when ever a male shows any interested in a girl it must be the case that all he wants is: as they say getting in her pants.  I guess it’s not a big leap of faith to think that every male is a walking tank of hormones.

This weekend I attended a gathering at a pub downtown.  Now let me point out that this is one of those things that happens very RARELY, I only attend these things on special occasions – usually when other people want to go [never have I suggested to go to a pub to have a good time]. But what ever we are going and I wasn’t going to be sulking all night.

Now another complication was that there were multiple different groups that participated in this gathering [hence the pub].  Plus joining my group of intellects was a new girl.

When we met up with the new girl [prior to attending the pub]; it was evident that she was going through stressful time and came out to escape the daily hustles.
As a result I started getting a little worried.  This girl doesn’t really know any one and we aren’t the types to start gallivanting around in pub related settings.

Alright, we have a nice dinner, and eventually make our way to the pub.  Now by WE I mean, the new girl, my self, and another person who was mainly interested in watching a current basketball game.  Now keep in mind that we were the first to arrive at the pub and we had to endure a long walk prior to getting there.  Personally I don’t mind but the girl had hills so you can imagine that she wasn’t looking forward to participating in long walks.

Anyways we get to the place, and it’s a mad house. It’s packed, people are running around, the music is loud and it’s just chaos.  After wandering around for about forty minutes we finally meet up with the remainder of the pack.  We grab a seat, some attempts are made to introduce the new girl to people I know but in general there isn’t much response.  So I invite the new girl to have a drink with me, she accepts and I begin my show.  That’s right ladies and gentlemen, I am the man you want to see when you need to turn your frown upside down.

All that I had that day been a single glass of beer, something that didn’t even make a dent in my mental abilities [especially after having a big dinner].  But what it gave me was the excuse to act extra goofy.  That’s right; the image of an alcoholic drink is more of a psychological apparatus that gives me extra leverage to act the part of a PATIONATE goofball.

Anyways the night progressed very nicely, I was being spontaneous bringing up anything and everything that I saw or came in to my mind.  I think by the end of the night the new girl felt much better, she seemed more relaxed and easy going.  I was very happy about that.

All that is good but here comes the part that really ticks me off.  Apparently the other groups, who were observing me from a distance got the feeling that I was drunk and was coming on to every visible female. On our way back to the car I was encouraged on numerous occasions [when I clearly explained that I was simply trying to make sure, people are having a good time] to ask people out on follow up dates.  I mean why is it so hard to believe that I am just trying to put a smile on people’s faces?  And this comes from those who supposedly know me… pffff… what ever… for some reason this just vexes me the wrong way.

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the insecurity of my self or others.  But sometimes certain individuals really disappoint me.

Anyways, now the weekend is over I am ready to start up again.  Looking forward to some great sunny weather and new adventures ahead.

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