I worked a little this morning but then took the rest of the day off to relax and play some video games. I like using my thumbs. Puzzle solving is fun too because when people ask what I’ve done all day, I can at least say I was using some portion of my brain for digital education. Who knows when I will have to solve platform puzzles in my life.
I didn’t talk about it yet, but on Friday a bunch of us went out to Hooligans in Chesterton for a couple drinks and conversation. A lot of people came, which is always awesome. Behold the power of Twitter! There was also dancing later in the night, an activity I’m always stoked about. Not the greatest music and not the biggest dance floor, but it worked. I had fun. But since this wasn’t Neo there were some slight problems.
Why guys in bars and nightclubs are douchebags
I love places where people go to dance rather than the alternative: dry sex. Face it, that’s what it is. I get more than a little disgusted when I step to the side of the dance floor and see men and women fucking with their clothes on. It’s so obvious. Clothes are tenting in places. You can’t tell me otherwise.
People can do what they want, yes. I don’t care. I may not like it, but I’m not one to say, “Hey, don’t do that in front of me because I’m starting to do internal shots of bile here.” However, do not try to engage in a round of dry humping with me. Sadly, a couple guys did.
Contact was made. And upon the first touch my mind was like, “You’re being assaulted by a douchebag. DEFEND YOURSELF!”
One I kicked squarely in the back (because I was sitting down) but he just kept right on. I kicked him again, and then a third time even harder before he finally got the message. Another guy I shoved clear out of the way, but it took two rounds of pushing with him. No is no, guys. I don’t want to feel your shlong poking through your pants. Quite honestly, I think you’re pathetic. If you have to go to a bar and grind up on drunk girls to feel good about yourself, I pity you. You’re base. Throw some reins on your id and grow the fuck up.
Really, it’s why I dance pretty much only at Neo. I never have problems with people there… but that’s because those people genuinely go there to dance. The world needs more places like Neo.
Interesting note: The guy I kicked wore a shirt of one of the cafes I frequent here in Valpo, so I believe he works there. If I see him I will have to restrain myself lest I punch him in the face.
The problem is that people don’t know how to approach people and don’t take into the comfort factor. No man should randomly dry hump, he has to let the lady take the lead. It is in the handbook. Lack of class and culture are to blame.
You’re at a Meat-market. Avoid at ALL COSTS.
There are bars and clubs where decent, polite people go, true story. However, you either have to know someone who knows these places, or research them. Otherwise, you are left only with the magic of creepy experiences. The other problem too is, that these places change as trends do. There are bars in Ottawa I remember where it would be a cold day in hell before someone would grab my ass, and now that’s all that ever happens there.
Girls feel safe at places like these, and eventually dickheads catch on to that. In terms of “where all the ladies are at”….
It’s sad though that you can’t go somewhere that has music and dance without having to take the whole “meat-market” along with it. It’s still not okay to do that to someone, man or woman. People need to take a stand and eliminate dry humping in places all over the world!
The problem is, that has become the class and culture. People have no respect for themselves and thus those around them.
And apparently very few people in NW Indiana our age seem to have any class.
OMG! I loved this entry! You have described this part of the “dating scene” so well! Just loved it!
That must be why I don’t date. It’s akin to being trapped in a horror film.
This all makes me glad I met my wife in college… and not as part of any party scene…
I am a bit confused, though. Maybe it’s a lack of imagination on my part, but how were you able to kick this guy in the back while he was grinding on you? Maybe you and Rahsaan can stage a reenactment of it sometime…
Nicole, this post was hilarious! I’ve only been to Hooligans maybe 3x in my life. The last time was for my bachelorette party—it was our last stop. I do remember some creepy guy following me around and asking me to dance the whole time—even though I was wearing a bachelorette crown or necklace or something clearly stating that I was “taken.” The best part was when my little sister cussed him out and told him to leave me the F alone. Good times.
I haven’t been to a bar in a while lately, but every time I have, I’ve noticed how the crowds look younger and younger. I agree w/Rahsaan’s comment about class and culture, but immaturity has just as much to do w/it. My opinion. ;)
Young people just have no class I guess. It’s quite sad.
It’s comforting yet creepy knowing that you had a similar experience at that place. I guess this is a good indication that I will not be going back to Hooligans in a very long time, if ever!
Wow man, I just read this. That’s shite. Some people have no sense of personal space. :X