One Crazy Night

So some of my friends and I went to Mister Days in Arlington last night. First off let me ask the question of why does it seem that a lot of women aren't able to follow directions? Is it because women hate being told what to do and will not take the right on Main Street when they are supposed to? In all fairness to my woman friend who came with us, it could very well be because she had never driven down to Arlington and the streets of Arlington can be somewhat confusing. But I digress. If you have never been to Mister Days let me set up the bar for you. As you walk in there is a bar immediately to your right. On your left is a raised floor with tables and chairs that is divided from the "dance floor" by a barrier of 3 feet tall wood. As you make your forward you run into winding stairs that lead you to the second floor that has a whole other bar which has an open view for looking down at the dance floor. The second floor is the perfect spot to look down on the main floor and figure out who do you want to talk to. Surrounding the dance floor is another bar and above the dance floor's bar is a bunch of TVs. Mister Days seemed to me to be a better place to watch sporting games than it was to dance, but the dancing there wasn't too bad as well. Of course as is the norm when going to Arlington bars and clubs, there were more women than men- most of the women being good looking. Although there was this one has been of a cougar that kept on being rude to my friends and I. Why I don't know. But we first started talking with her when I wanted to go talk to a guy for my woman friend to make an introduction. Well she is really shy and was worried about being embarrassed, so I asked this has been cougar, who was standing right next to me, what she thought about how I was going to approach this guy and make an introduction. She said "What! No! What you need to do say to this guy 'Excuse me, but you look familiar. Did you go to Mason?'" To which I replied "Are you kidding me? That is the dumbest line I have ever heard. That sounds like something Elmo would use to pick up a fat Sesame Street character." Needless to say I ended up approaching the guy and it was a really awkward situation. First off I'm not gay, but he was. Second he thought that I was the one who was interested and not my woman friend. Thirdly how do you tell a gay guy "Wow I'm not gay" without sounding like a homophob? So in the end we didn't find my woman friend a guy, which is probably best, because it is a terrible idea to look for someone a week after breaking off a three year relationship with someone. But I was drunk, it was a fun time, and I look forward to next weekend.