Frugal Coed

Sunday, November 25, 2007

The next time I complain about being single. Can someone please remind me of this post.

Last Friday started out very typical. I cough cough slept through cough cough my one class, woke up at 3 for Dr.Phil (calm down people, this class doesn't have an attendance policy and I'm doing well in it!). Then I answered some emails to make plans for the night.

I decided to hang out with my friend Christina. Christina is the definition of fun. I mean she could flirt with a wall (and get it to buy her a drink!). So we met at her place, gathered a group of friends and went to a frat party.

I am officially getting old. Frat parties have become boring to me. Sloppy drunk boys and slutty freshman girls in short skirts (not to mention cheap beer!) no longer interest men. So we quickly hightailed it to a local bar.

And then the night got interesting.

My friends and I have no shame when it comes to '80s music. If a good song comes on, we will belt it out (using beer bottles as microphones!). So while we did our rendition of Papa Don't Preach at the bar--we noticed two really cute guys (with the bluest eyes!) looking our way.

And then Christina did her thing--and soon was eating some of their food! We all started talking to each other. They had overheard my pity party about having only gay guy friends and how that doesn't help in the dating department (ya think?!). And then they mentioned they were gay. The cutest guys in the bar were gay. Story of my life.

After they left we pretty much figured this was a girl's night out, until one guy came up and I thought he knew Christina. I mean he was 'all up on us'. But we didn't know him! And he was drunk and scary and spilled Guinness over my friend's boots. And the bad thing was he wasn't the worst of the night.

After the Guinness guy came Mr. Old Guy. He had to be 40 and the best pick up line was my paralegal's name is Renee. Ok great. And here's a tip Mr.Old Guy-- just don't dance to Kanye West. It's not really your gift!

And that was our night. I am no longer searching for a guy. He will come when he comes. For now, I'm just going to have fun my friends and enjoy life. Because with or without a guy---that's what it's all about.

My favorite quote:

Every year I always wish for the same thing - a boyfriend. Someone to love who'll love me. This year I think I'm gonna wish for something else. The wisdom and maturity to realize that I won't find what I want by looking for it. Not expect someone else to give me what I never gave myself. That I'm not a half waiting to be made a whole. And even if that special person never comes along...
I'll be just fine.

-Queer as Folk

Labels: single

posted by Renee at 5:33 PM -

2 Comments:

At November 29, 2007 at 11:11 AM, James Tubman said…

the problem is you're ging to the wrong places to find men

why are you going to a bar to find a man

you know men only go there for one reason

maybe two

there are good black men everywhere

you should go to lectures in the community

i don't know where you live but there are always grass roots organizations in every city

they always have the best people men and women because most of them are fighting for an important social cause

just food for thought

visit me sometimes at www.thetubmansolution.blogspot.com

i talk about ways to improve yourself and your relationships

holla!
At November 29, 2007 at 11:25 AM, Renee said…

I go other places. I wasn't going out that night to look for a man, but those were the men I saw. But I am a college student and bars are a major part of our social life.

I know there are good black men everywhere, but as someone who goes to a university that has a minority population of 12% total (that includes ALL minorities), I'm not limiting myself.