The Break Up

Been a while

I thought it’d be a good idea to document day by day the occurences of how its felt to just go through a break up. Weeks later I still feel hurt. I still am having a hard time talking to girls and connecting. What the hell is wrong with me.

About a week ago I ended up at a club/lounge that was having a “lingerie ball” hosted by all the strip clubs in the area. Awesome right? Yeah we thought so too. That is until we got there. It was me, my good friend who I shall now refer to as Flow and another guy named Big R. As soon as we walked in we were met with what looked like a scene from Gossip Girl. Underage white guys walked around with suit coats and jeans, noses in the air talking to even more underage girls in cocktail dresses inundated the top bar while downstairs even moreso. We all looked at each other and thought well, where are the strippers at? None to be found.

Perhaps the only girl that looked close to being our age or at least over 21 was sitting with another guy at one of the lounge chairs. Soon we found ourselves just drinking our trademark drink - Jameson on the rocks and hung back as we continued to watch the debutante ball that had suddenly sprung forth in front of us.

Drinks flowed and before you knew it, we were feeling pretty good. The crowd had pretty much stayed the same and the funny thing is that during one of my trips to the bathroom I had seen some cops walk in to check id’s. Wonderful. One of the things that irked me wasn’t that these kids were snobby, or that they “acted” like they were rich and part of the entitlement generation, it was the fact that they were rude and pushy. It all came to a head when as I was waiting for a drink, some guy reached over me, and the girl that I had previously said was my age. He literally reached over the girl’s shoulder, and stuck out a 20 dollar bill hoping to get the bartender’s attention.

At this point I almost lost it, but simply said, “Listen, you need to back off and wait your turn. I know this is the first time you’ve been in a bar but that’s not how it works. Maybe at your daddy’s backyard bbq’s that shit flies, but not here.” and added a slight shove.

He looked at me like I had lost my mind. Didn’t say a word and DID THE SAME THING. Even the bartender working our side of the bar looked up and yelled, “Wait your turn!” over the music.

I said, “You’re kidding right?” and as I stepped forward to annihilate the son of a bitch, his girlfriend stepped in and said, “I’m so sorry, he’s not normally like this” and led him away.

At this point the guy who was with his girl that looked over 21 stuck his hand out and said, “You’re good people man, thanks a lot”. As we talked I was disappointed to learn that the girl he was with WAS actually his girlfriend, but in the end they were both cool. I guess the girl is a waitress at a new bar opening up and he invited us to come check it out. Good stuff.

At this point in the night things got blurrier. Two of our other friends came to join us. Flow and Big R left, and I was left with the 2 guys. We finally found the strippers and that was actually kind of fun. At the end of the night, I had a number in my pocket and had shaken Andrei Orlovski’s hand (the MMA guy… nevermind).

And… at the end of the night, I was still very much lonely and missing this girl.