Hahaha..I like making this sound like a show. I’ve been told that my life should be on camera, but I am not cool with that type of exposure…here’s the replacement. I’m calling it Single on a Saturday.
I’m not in my 20’s, but I do still enjoy going out and shaking
my goods, coming home to/with someone and then moving on with my day. But I’m
at that age now where this is illogical. My friends have significant others, ex-husbands,
children, real careers or all of the above. What they enjoy has changed.
Basically they have better things to do with their time than keep me
entertained.Hell they have better things to do than hang out with me!
I knew it would change, and it was gradual. It starts with
that old bullshit line “we should do something sometime” and, of course,
sometime is not a real day of the week so it never happens. Then they limit themselves to posting shit on
facebook and assuming you’ll read it and feel connected to them.
<Fuck you that
does not help the need for company and fun.>
Saturday nights are now filled with invites to games nights
and staying indoors hanging out with couples…even in the summer!! If I need to party I have to resort to
younger friends that enjoy less refined places. Places that they can afford
and, even though both of my jobs suck, I’d rather pay a little extra for a drink
if it means I won’t get dysentery from the glass.
Let’s face it, going out is different now. Friends my age seem
to want to sit around and eat with drinks and be in bed by 1am. The people I
know are not interested in going to a night club and coming home when the sun
comes up (Nuit Blanche is an exciting time for them). It can be nice to avoid
the irritation of going out, but I can’t stay home every weekend.
I guess the clubs are different anyway.....well they are actually the
same and that is the issue. I started clubbing in this city when I was 14 and I'll be damned- dance clubs have not changed since then (just the names). Most have been shut down, but overall its shitty business as usual. I don’t want to get all dolled up with pretty shoes and then walk around
on broken glass, dirty lemons and something sudsy that we all assume is beer.
Been there, done that..... I should be awarded a 20 year pin from the clubs of Toronto for voluntarily helping them stay open.
Coming home is different too. I used to pick up guys like
pins on a magnet. But I just don’t feel like putting effort into it anymore. I think
that I’ve been going out for long enough that it should just be delivered to my
door by now. It’s the difference between being in an entry level position and
having some seniority. But no, I’m still hustling a date and settling for
breathers. Breathers that toss coins at my window at 4am
on a Sunday….but I guess that’s breathing and throwing- 2 qualities! I should feel special. And yes, that did happen.
I want to get out, find a place with a DJ that creates their
beats (fuck all you assholes that just play mashups..its two songs that you played at the same time...not a feat) and dance like no one is watching even though everyone is. And I want the crowd to be mature, well
dressed and fun. And I want to meet guys to fill my black book, but I’m done
with picking up the slurring idiot in a drunk stooper. Going online has led
me to realize that even there I’m no good …. Someone saw my age and assumed I was
a MILF. I guess I should be glad he thought I was fuckable….in the end I'm single and ok with it...I'm not ok with my girl parts in a drought, but thats no reason to get a boyfriend.
But I’m not giving in. I will not settle for the life I do not
want- suburbs, kids, pretending that I like sitting in Martini bars not
mingling, going home at 11pm because I’m too tired to party. Nope that shit is
not happening…
The good scene is out there...and I'm going to look for it. Even if I have to go alone...
Stay tuned for the pilot episode and weekly editions starting next sunday!!
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