My girlfriends and I walked into a chic bar on Saturday night with the intention of dancing the night away. One was married, the other lives with her boyfriend, and I of course, was the single friend. They were excited to play wing-women for the night and were on the prowl for their lady. While we were in the middle of rapping along to 2pac’s, “California Dreaming,” two very attractive men turned around to sing along as well.
Our conversations started with the who, what, when, where, how, and eventually got to why we’re in Boston. Their answer was grad school, and when I asked where, one replied, “HBS,” or Harvard Business School, with a tone that walked the line confidence and cockiness. I had my eye on the one quieter gentleman of the two simply because he was more of my physical type, plus he just seemed nicer.
I tried chatting up the object of my affection for the night and initially I thought he was intrigued by me as well. His friend, who had no problem telling us his nickname at HBS was “The Gym,” kept trying to steal me away. My girlfriends were doing their best to keep The Gym occupied though. Eventually, my crush went to bathroom and probably just wasn’t as interested as I hoped; however, The Gym was still lingering around.
The Gym and I kept talking though (secretly I was hoping his friend would come back), and discussed where I live in the city. When I told him where, he said him and his friends went to a party in my neck of the woods at a “…really beautiful brownstone. You know what a brownstone is, right?” Yes, I know what a fucking brownstone is, thanks.
My respect for this guy really only went down hill from there, and his cute friend was chatting up a group of other girls. My friends and I still had a little hope, but we pretty much chalked it to a loss for me when it came to guys that night, but a win for the night. The guy was harmless, but rather annoying with his pretentious attitude. While I did not get to leave with the cute guy from the bar, my friends and I came home with great stories and laughs from the events of the night. Sometimes waking up laughing with your friends about the minor failures of the night before is so much better than waking up next to a guy who is too into himself to really care if he went home with you in the first place.
