HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHUKURA!!! So maybe I am overgeneralizing in the title...maybe some women DO like these annoying come on's. It should be noted that there were four of us ladies out last night, and all four of us were unanimous on the lessons mentioned below. 
Shukura's birthday...wow! Of the four of us girls, she is not the oldest, but this year was big for her (as it was when I turned 29.) The last year of our 20's...and things seem to really change once you hit 30. I like to think it will change for the better, but you will just have to subscribe to my blog to see how things turn out.
Shukura wanted a night out with the girls...Katara came in from Phoenix, and Betty and myself arranged for sitters and we were determined to have a fun Saturday night in Seattle...girls only.
We started with dinner, and then made our way down to Belltown after chatting in the hotel room for a bit. I love these talks, and at this point in my life, I find it hard to break away from these moments. These are the moments I cherish...4 girls together and we can talk about anything and everything: boys, kids, life, jobs, love, family, old times, funny memories. I have been friends with Shukura and Katara for about 15 years, so half of my life. In this time of growing we have consistently had these types of conversations, and these are what I love about my girlfriends and will never ever get from any other type of relationship.
Shukura's birthday...wow! Of the four of us girls, she is not the oldest, but this year was big for her (as it was when I turned 29.) The last year of our 20's...and things seem to really change once you hit 30. I like to think it will change for the better, but you will just have to subscribe to my blog to see how things turn out.Shukura wanted a night out with the girls...Katara came in from Phoenix, and Betty and myself arranged for sitters and we were determined to have a fun Saturday night in Seattle...girls only.
We started with dinner, and then made our way down to Belltown after chatting in the hotel room for a bit. I love these talks, and at this point in my life, I find it hard to break away from these moments. These are the moments I cherish...4 girls together and we can talk about anything and everything: boys, kids, life, jobs, love, family, old times, funny memories. I have been friends with Shukura and Katara for about 15 years, so half of my life. In this time of growing we have consistently had these types of conversations, and these are what I love about my girlfriends and will never ever get from any other type of relationship.
On to the night out and the annoying things guys do... (I know that is what you are really interested in.)
So we ended up at this Bar/Lounge called Twist. It had a really cool atmosphere, decent drinks while over priced they were huge portions, so probably worth it. We grabbed ourselves a table for the four of us, with a view of the viaduct and a huge mirror covered pig. The crowd was a good mixture of people...most probably in our same age range. We started talking about how guys approach women when you get older... when we were younger I think we were less picky, and something simple sufficed to open the door for conversation. Maybe our standards were lower, I know mine were...lol. But here we are, the four of us: 32, 29, 29 and 28. How will guys approach us?
1st guy. He looks decent....dressed to impress without being too flashy or reminding me of a juiced up Jersey boy. Hair is well groomed and over all looks wise he gets a 6. Problem was, when he walked by, after giving me a double take his look turns into a psycho "I-might-rape-you-when-you-leave" type look... YIKES!! I immediately looked away and searched for a window to look at... ahh!! That's better...water, ok. Now I am at peace.
Lesson for guys reading: DON'T give girls this look...unless you are in fact planning on raping them...and then they know exactly WHO to stay away from.
2nd guy. First thing I notice is this guy is short. We might all wear high heals, but we were sitting, and he was still shorter than me. He seemed nice enough....but comes up to the table saying..."Is it someone's birthday?" He looked very eager...like he was going to pounce on whomever announced that it was their birthday. None of us answered, we all just kind of looked at the guy...Then, because I was the closest to him...he asked me "Are you celebrating your birthday?" I responded with "I usually celebrate everyone's birthday." Then he asked me when my birthday was...I couldn't help but laugh...not that it was super funny, but it reminded me of those "What's your sign?" come on's that I think I saw in a TV show in the early 90's. Was it Thirty Something? Is this what we are to look forward to? The guy got the hint, and left. I wasn't trying to be rude, its just I think his approach was incredibly weak. A few minutes later his friend came up to us and told us it was the guy's birthday and asked if he had mentioned that to us. I said no, and said "Had he opened with that, we might have been nicer..." He just seemed so probing in his approach.
Lesson for guys reading: Girls don't like to be probed.
At this point I saw a guy I met almost a year ago in a bar in Fremont, James. He was there with some of the same friends I met him with originally. Back when I met him, one of his friends had thrown a quarter towards their really drunk friend Courtney...this quarter missed and instead hit me in the head. I still have this quarter as a reminder of those crazy weird silly moments that happen and are completely laughable. It's good to remember those moments when you start taking life too seriously. It was nice to see James again, and learn that he wasn't as much of an ass hole than what I originally had pegged him to be.
3rd guy. This guy was a total creeper... He came up to me with his not so adorable accent. (Some accents are totally hot, some are needless to say...NOT!) He took my hand and caressed it...(EW!!) Then said "Let's dance." "Um....no." was my response...First of all, there was no dance floor. Second, the music is turned down in this place so that people can talk and enjoy themselves. Third, I don't know you and you look like a creeper so no I won't dance with you. Gross....I quickly went to the rest room to wash my hands.
Lesson for guys reading this: Don't grab a girls hand and rub it unless you are clearly invited to do so...and don't ask a girl to dance if there is no music.
4th guy plus friend. These guys were ballsy...and in all actuality they get honorable mention for being the "those funny guys" we met. One even had the courage to give us his name (I doubt he figured he would make it into my blog...lol.) Tyler Schrink. The name is funny in and of itself. He even referenced a "shrunken package" so that I might remember his name. The reason these guys made me laugh so hard was their approach was ballsy a little bit inappropriate but the delivery was good. "How can we penetrate this table?" Was the question Friend of Tyler asked...WOW! I was shocked, in a "Chelsey Handler-Just-Made-a-Good-Joke" sort of fashion. We know how it looks here, there are four of us girls, dolled up sitting at a table enjoying our conversations about anything and everything. It must be hard as a guy or guys to come up with something to break the invisible force field that surrounds us. This force field exists for a reason and makes it easy for us to turn down weak approaches because they lack creativity and character. When a guy makes me laugh my not-so-quiet burst of laughter, he at least disabled the force field for a short amount of time. Here is the conversation that followed...in drunk speak:
Tyler: "You should find me on Facebook and add me."
Me: "Why should I do that?"
Tyler's Friend: "Because he fist pumped the Duck Tour!!"
Me: "uh....ok?"
Tyler: "Because...Have you ever seen Jersey Shore?"
Me: "Yes."
Tyler: "You know how they do the fist pumping at the clubs?"
Me: "Yes."
Tyler's Friend: "So we were on a boat..."
Tyler: "And we saw the Duck Tour Boat and we were like 'HEY!!'[insert crazy fist pumping here] to their music...and the touring group of Asians on the Duck Tour Boat didn't know what to do, so they just started fist pumping back!!"
Me: "Ah...I see. So is this documented? Is it on Youtube and is that why I should add you on Facebook?"
Tyler: "No...It's not documented...but you should still add me."
They wanted to be "memorable" to us...so I told them to get together and I would take a picture of them for "memory sake" and that was that....
As you are looking at this picture the guy on the right with the ginormous eyebrows is Tyler, the very drunk looking fellow on him is friend of Tylers...
Lesson to guys reading: Laughter is good...Obviously there are MANY other factors that would make me be interested or not interested in someone, but Tyler at least didn't bomb like the others. That doesn't mean I am adding him on Facebook.
5th guy plus 2 D-bag friends: In the middle of a nice conversation this guy who looks like a Jersey Shore copy minus a bottle or two of hair gel approaches. He tells us we should meet his friend because he is a fashion designer from New York. Then decides to name us...instead of ASKING our names. Betty was named "Channel" I was named "Shaquita" and Shukura was given the name "Princess." As the only white girl at the table...I was a little weirded out by the name they had given me, and especially by the fact that they felt the need to name us...Um yeah. We have names, and if we want to use fake names, WE get to make them up and tell them to you so that you don't know our real names. THAT'S the way it works. So Mr. Fashion Designer who looked more like a "Fashion Mistake on Roids plus Scarf" I have to say you got an "F" in the game department. They were dismissed.
Lesson to guys reading: Don't make up some fake excuse for why we should pay attention to you. Who knows, this guy might have been telling me the truth...but if he was a fashion designer, he didn't look like one. Also, don't give us fake names...let us do that.
Shortly after that, the lights came on and we made our way to the exit. The night overall was really fun...and filled with what all of us needed: girl time, laughter, and memories that we will be able to talk about on future girls' nights.
I love you girls...
5th guy plus 2 D-bag friends: In the middle of a nice conversation this guy who looks like a Jersey Shore copy minus a bottle or two of hair gel approaches. He tells us we should meet his friend because he is a fashion designer from New York. Then decides to name us...instead of ASKING our names. Betty was named "Channel" I was named "Shaquita" and Shukura was given the name "Princess." As the only white girl at the table...I was a little weirded out by the name they had given me, and especially by the fact that they felt the need to name us...Um yeah. We have names, and if we want to use fake names, WE get to make them up and tell them to you so that you don't know our real names. THAT'S the way it works. So Mr. Fashion Designer who looked more like a "Fashion Mistake on Roids plus Scarf" I have to say you got an "F" in the game department. They were dismissed.
Lesson to guys reading: Don't make up some fake excuse for why we should pay attention to you. Who knows, this guy might have been telling me the truth...but if he was a fashion designer, he didn't look like one. Also, don't give us fake names...let us do that.
Shortly after that, the lights came on and we made our way to the exit. The night overall was really fun...and filled with what all of us needed: girl time, laughter, and memories that we will be able to talk about on future girls' nights.
I love you girls...
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