1)
THE PROBLEMS IN GETTING IN
Yes guys, we hear you. The struggle you face when all your excitement
deteriorate seeing the grimace on the bouncer’s face who knows you are there
alone. The whole feminism and the idea equality seems so unfair when the girl
gang walks right past you for free and there you are giving whooping amounts of
cash just for your entry, as if the liquor prices weren’t high enough. In defense,
the club does need to maintain a sex ration inside, just in case everyone
breaks into a guys v/s girls dance face off. They do kind of succeed in it,
unlike our country.
2)
THE EYES
Now that you are in, people are giving you ‘the eye’, the ‘is this guy
alone here?’ eye. The ‘what kindof person comes to a night club alone’ eye, the
‘he is probably here to just pick up chicks’ eye. Don’t you listen to them boo,
you are a strong, independent, grown up man who can take care of himself. You
go have your drink at the bar, try and talk to the pretty girl sitting right
beside you and don’t let the world pull you down.
3)
NO WINGMAN
Well, to be honest, your main motive to go alone at the club might be
just a couple of drinks but well, there is no harm if you make some new friends
or ahem… whatever. So you scan around the place, matrix out the one you like
and plan. This, right here, is when you miss your wingman, your support who is
so crucial at his point. He can easily engage ‘your girl’s’ friend so that you get
the opportunity or he is just right behind you to support in case things turn
embarrassing. But, if you put your mind and just the enough amount alcohol to
it, you can definitely do anything.
4)
DJ WALE BABU
The alcohol starts to kick in, everyone is at the dance floor, all you
need is that one song to get into the mood so you decide to do what every girl
at the club is doing, song request. After 20 mins at the waiting line to the
DJ, you finally manage to get to him, only to realize he does not give a rats
tail about your Chumma Chumma request. I know it is heart breaking but well,
kid, it is EDM night, Martin Garrix maybe?
5)
REALITY CHECK
Now, this is the fault of all the movies taking your expectations
skyrocket. You imagined it to be your perfect day. You get out of the car, toss
the keys to the valet, shake hands with the bouncer who lets you in through the
VIP line. You get in, in slow mo (ofcourse) and all eyes on you. The DJ calls
out your name and plays your favorite track, you know him personally, the
drinks keep flowing in and you get the prettiest girl in the club back home
with you. Turns out, none of that happened. Infact, your little bubble just
popped and now you are sitting there wishing you had checked first before
landing into this place.