Meier_Link

Tonight I went to meet some friends of mine in a new place. Not new residence or city, rather a new gathering point, per se. Ordinarily we meet at a bar, shoot some pool, drink some drinks, that kind of thing. Tonight, admittedly not my normal night for going out with my friends, they wanted to meet up at a place called "Bar Charlotte".

I'll admit that I am a person that is akward in a lot of social situations, however, being at a bar is one of those situations that I am comfortable with. Get a drink, talk to people around you, shoot some pool or play darts; that sort of thing. Being at a club is one of those things that I am not entirely comfortable with.

"Bar Charlotte", as it turns out, is not, by my definition, a bar. It is in fact a club. I did not realize this until tonight, as I waited alone for my friends to show up. I mean, I'm not knocking the place, there's plently of fairly attractive girls wearing highly provocative clothing everywhere. The catch: they're hanging all over and rubbing all up against guys that in ordinary circumstances you probably wouldn't trust parking your car.

In a place like this, I feel like a complete tool, sitting alone and tapping my foot to R&B music with manufactured drum beats thinking "what the hell am I doing here?"

I have to say, I feel somewhat socially inept in such a place, and perhaps I am, but I would far prefer sitting in a bar and talking to someone about meaningless stuff to waiting in line to rub up all over someone I haven't met until we rotate to the next stranger. Maybe I'm to uptight. Maybe I just don't get the scene yet. This is my take on it.