All right, New Year's Eve: One of the few nights a year when it is deemed socially acceptable to get completely trashed and face plant on some snowy bank twenty stumbling feet from the door of the bar. And to think, until about three yesterday afternoon I was planning on spending the night tucked in bed, reading a book.
Luckily, some of my other twenty something over educated and under employed friends came to my rescue. We headed out to a bar/country dance club called the Stampede where we all had grand hopes of some "midnight guy action". We pay our admittance however and come to find that no, the Stampede is not the location to go for hot guys who are looking for a group of under dressed girls to flirt with (it was 25 degrees out side for pete's sake and we were all walking around in tank tops. Something is seriously wrong when that's considered "sexy"). In fact, it turns out that the Stampede is a great place to go if you love country music, are over the age of 50, and own real cowboy boots and one of the $400 cowboy hats. (Oh, and don't you dare forget your enormous belt buckle, or you'll look like a tool). Our hopes sinking, we slunk over to our booth and ordered our very over priced Malibu rum and pineapple juice drinks.
Eventually, a few more people (a little younger than 50) began to appear and the music would dip into something a little more hip for a few songs before returning to its country roots. So we got up and danced (me not very well AT ALL) and were eventually approached by a group of army boys.
Now, I am all for the military- serving your country is one of the most honorable things you can do. However, I really think the military should include a session on socializing in bootcamp (although, I'm sure some of the people who enter the military perhaps need to step back a bit from their overly active socializing skills). My guy bought me a drink, which was sweet, and then we sat and talked for awhile; it became clear quite quickly, through his awkward stumbling and conversation pieces (I did most of the talking, just to keep something going) that we were both on very different paths- he was interested in returning to "the farm" in Ohio, living in a small town for the rest of his life, and perhaps someday making it to Europe. I am dead set on never living in a town less than one million people (preferably 2 or 3 million, if not bigger). And, despite my fondness for chicken and hamburgers, there isn't a soul on this planet who could convince me that I would be good for farm life.
Now, this is over reaching a bit. After all, I'd just met the guy and what was I thinking, we'd be getting married next week? Definitely not. But sometimes it's nice to be on the same wave length with someone, you know? The night ended with him asking for my phone number, which was sweet of him and hell, I thought, why not, if I get a date out of it, what's the harm in that?
But here's the issue: where are the determined, forward thinking, plan making, progressive, educated, goal oriented guys? Where's the guy who's in his mid twenties, working hard towards his career with his own apartment and a list of goals he wants to accomplish? Where's the guy who's not just interested in a booty call with a wanna be Britney Spears but is looking for a smart, intelligent person they can relate to on a very real level? Do they even exist anymore in our society? Have we forced the men to take a backseat to woman domination? Are there no men left with confidence and well, manliness? Or are they all lost to the millions of video games and dead end retail jobs?
Perhaps we're too picky- I know I am. I want intelligence and good looks, a suave smile and a college education. I want someone who will respect me as a person before they look at me as a woman. I want someone I can love passionately and yet someone I can stand when we're brushing our teeth next to each other in the morning. Others are finding it so where are they going? Is there some secret club I don't know about?!?!
Anyhoo, welcome to the new year folks. Hopefully it will bring better fortunes, a better economy, and a little more peace of mind.
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