Remind me again why I don\\’t like bars.<\/p>\n
Fiona, from my internship, a few days ago randomly asked me if I wanted to meet guys<\/i>. She said that they had cars, had jobs and had a lot of money. I was appalled at first (I don\\’t stoop to superficiality), but I reluctantly seceded to her request. Why not? I had declared my desire of singledom to her…awhile ago…so what have I got to lose?<\/p>\n
Apparently a lot. (That\\’s an exaggeration of course.)<\/p>\n
I got to San Francisco around 10:05 pm, because the guys couldn\\’t get out until 10:30 pm. Fiona and her boyfriend (who turned out to be someone else at the internship) drove me to this bar called Would you believe?<\/i> on Geary. At this point, I would like to know why she didn\\’t heed my request of having NO ALCOHOL. So I got there. Got a virgin drink called Nothing. It didn\\’t taste that great, but having something in my hand while I fidgeted helped me. Eventually the guys arrived. One was…I suppose…fit my ideal of a guy. Yet the other was the one who talked the most. After we made some good small talk, I mentioned how I didn\\’t really drink when they asked me what I was holding. And then I had to mention my age. 21. After that, they treated me like I was a kid. Too young for them. Too inexperienced. And they made jokes about how I was probably naive and knew nothing about the world. They were 26. This is where everything started going downhill.<\/p>\n
They played Deuces and I didn\\’t know what the game was until we started playing. I knew how to play. Yet one of the guys took my hand and started playing for me. Not including me at all. He lost, of course.<\/p>\n
Somehow, someone came up with a great idea of playing drinking games when evidently I don\\’t drink. I didn\\’t want to be a spoilsport, so I encouraged them to play without me while I watched. After all, it\\’s no fun playing drinking games if not everybody is drinking. But yet they persisted saying that I could use my virgin drink as a replacement. I just didn\\’t want to do it anymore. <\/p>\n
Funny thing was…when they convinced me to play, I won every game. Luck was on my side. Yet, I didn\\’t find the games interesting at all. I had a sudden urge to bolt from the bar. And just walk again in San Francisco alone in the dark. But I stayed.<\/p>\n
Eventually, games were over and the guy had the nerve to ask me what was the most interesting thing that occured to me in the last two years. Last straw. I politely said that it wasn\\’t a good idea for me to tell him. And he pleaded. He begged. And he was so asking for it. Eventually, I said, It was when I dumped my last boyfriend. Actually it was when I ruined a guy\\’s life. I played mind games. I made him cry that he would go into a corner and sulk all day. That was the most interesting experience I have had the last two years.<\/i><\/p>\n
My sister suggested that I should have said This definitely isn\\’t in the top ten.<\/i> :D<\/p>\n
I don\\’t think I will see them again. :)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Remind me again why I don\\’t like bars. Fiona, from my internship, a few days ago randomly asked me if I wanted to meet guys. She said that they had cars, had jobs and had a lot of money. I … Continue reading