Definately Not Cool

I found out what it is I didn't like about Party Girl.

So last night a friend and I went out to meet Party Girl and her roomie. We ended up meeting at the place they were at, only to find they were leaving.

We met up with the roommate, and decided to go to another place. When we grouped up for a cab we found out Party Girl already took off by herself. No big. Maybe she got bored. Maybe she was pissed off.

So we took a cab and went to the next place. Party Girl ignored me, saying hi to my friend and went along her business trying to get into the place. After about 10 minutes in line, the group decided to go to another place.

When we got there, everyone rounded up for the queue. Party Girl got in front, and all the girls in the group went ahead of us. The bouncer counted everyone in, then left my friend and I outside the line. Party Girl's friend who knew the bouncer didn't acknowledge us and the group just went in without us. I mean, it was pretty cold how it went down. They all avoided looking at us, just rushing to get inside.

My friend and I waited outside for 20 minutes. It was obvious we weren't getting in. One thing about New York City hotspots-- you either have to be a hot girl or be with 3:1 girls/guys to even stand a chance of getting in. We suddenly went from the former to the latter, so we were screwed.

The roomie texted me that they would be next door because the clubs were connected. So my friend and I queued up at the next place. We were outside for another 20 minutes. Same scenario. Finally, the roomie shows up and convinced one of the promoters to let us in.

We had fun the rest of the night. Party Girl had fun with us, too, but didn't mention anything about leaving us in the dust. We broke off for the night and headed home.

The next day at work, my friend tells me that Party Girl said she tried to call, like, 10 promoters to let us in but no one would come down to fetch us. A likely story. It sounded like a bunch of shite to me. That's like saying you had to wash your hair all night. One of the oldest excuses in the book.

But it's that kind of thing that I don't like about her. She's selfish. And she lies. Excuses about why she didn't call me to hang out or why she didn't return my call. I don't know what to call it, but at least I have put my finger on why she's not someone I would like to be friends with outside of work. She reminds me of some of the girls I used to know when I was a bartender. You have to have "something" they want: drugs, hook-ups, money, etc... I have none of those things, therefore I'm not useful to those kinds of people.

It isn't so bad, because now I know what kind of a person she is. Hey, in all honesty, maybe she thinks I wanted something from her, and I'm not her "type." But that's no reason to pull a dick move like she did last night. Maybe it's because I'm not like a lot of other guys she knows and it intimidates her. It's easy to see that she needs constant stimulation and she gets bored pretty easily. And she's one of those that makes a lot of empty promises. But I still don't understand why those kinds of people do that kind of thing. It's just not right. Don't tell me you want to hang out and then don't call. Don't flake on me if you make plans or if you ask me to hang out. It's that simple. Just because you're a girl doesn't mean I want to have sex with you. I would have THOUGHT about it but that's all. Everybody thinks about sex. Big f'n deal.

Ida know, maybe I got it all wrong. Maybe there's something else I'm missing. Maybe her deal is that she likes the attention for her self-esteem. But this isn't high school anymore. Go play Miss Popular with someone else. This Monkey doesn't have time for stupid little games anymore.

Anyway, I got it off my chest. Now maybe I can get some rest.