I hit the streets of Chicago with a friend last Friday night, two of us back into the singles scene, and ready to get out of dodge. We had only one condition on our final, unknown destination, post dinner: No meat markets. Gack, I hate that club-type, howYOUdoin' (wink, wink) atmosphere.
Superficial conversation with insincere compliments annoy hell out of me; say something of substance, or get out of my face.
We ended up meandering into a place called Dugans, in Greek town; a friendly bar, with a jukebox and casually-dressed folk from all walks of life. Although we *were* accosted by one space-invading fellow before we'd even had time to pull our chairs out, our social circle for the evening was soon established when we were saved by a circle of off-duty sheriffs. We'd found the evening we were looking for, full of laughter and banter, and a few slightly-off-color jokes.
Here was my surprise for the evening, making me realize just how far out of the dating loop I've become: When did it become acceptable to flip your cel phone open in someone's face, and ask for their phone number? Welcome to the 21st century, I guess, but wow, this takes the wind out of your flirting sails... or, at least mine. Each time this happened, I leaned towards an abrupt "I'm not giving you my phone number."
What did I do "before" this system, when I was single, 12 years ago? Hmmmm...probably mentioned something about finding a pen & paper later, which gave me enough stalling time to continue the conversation and decided whether I was handing out my phone number or not.
I'm not very smooth yet. I'll figure this out.