As you walk out of bars or clubs, having just spent almost half a day’s pay on what is supposed to be entertainment, have you ever asked yourself why you keep repeating this behavior every weekend? If not, ask yourself this, “What is the entertainment here?” Is it the ringing in your ears caused by music that is louder than an airport tarmac? Or what about the worthless piece of paper you carry in your pocket given to you by a girl that has no intention of ever going out with a you-a girl who only jotted down some digits to get you to go away so she can go back to dancing and drinking with her friends.
Bars and clubs merely give the illusion of a good time for young men, a promise of lovely ladies with sex and love shortly. In actuality, nothing could be further from the truth. Women go to bars and clubs to drink, dance, and have a good time. A good time to them does not mean meeting their next boyfriend while sloshed. It means flirting with men to practice their skills, luckychuckie teasing men to get off on it, and getting a call from them 2-3 days later that will validate her beauty, letting her know she’s still pretty enough to hook a potential suitor-one she meets outside of a bar or club.
Right now you’re probably asking, “But where else am I supposed to go on a Friday night?” Well, I don’t know the answer to that question. I’m still looking for it myself. One thing’s for sure though; bars and clubs are nothing more than a mirage in the social marketplace. What you believe is a perfectly good opportunity to meet women merely acts as a vortex to suck away your time, money, and hope of meeting someone for sex or love.
There are of course the occasional aberrations. You might get lucky and find a girl who just wants to get lucky or you might find one that is so drunk she doesn’t care that she’s going home with a total stranger. I suppose it’s these occurrences that keep us going back looking for more, hoping to repeat our success from that night. The once-in-a-blue-moon payout seems to be enough for us guys. Otherwise, why would we return again and again?
Of course, the smart man doesn’t spend his time and money on these kinds of odds, he finds a game where the return is much better than leaving one’s success to chance. Surely, there must be another game out there somewhere, one hidden from view like a poker game tucked away in the back of a speakeasy. There’s something better out there for us men on a Friday night, a place where the odds are good, the intentions of women are more honorable, and the payout comes in spades.