We went to a local hot-spot, got drinks, and starting chatting at our own table. About an hour or so later, a bachelor party entered the place and came over to where we were sitting. Upon first glance I realized they weren't that attractive, so I was immediately disappointed. Of course, the not-hot boys just HAD to come over and start conversation with us -- and of COURSE the guy who starts the talking is married. At least they bought us a round.
One guy took a particular liking to us and we all starting chatting. At one point he says, "Do either of you watch 'The Jersey Shore'?" I said yes and my friend replied no, and I asked him why. He said, "well, you [my friend] look like you don't and you [me] look like you do. So I ask, "what do you mean I look like I do?" and he responds, "you look predictable." Ouch. Really!? This kid really just called me out. I'm sorry I look predictable to you and you know absolutely NOTHING about me and I'm probably one of the most unpredictable girls you will ever meet. Whatever, screw him.
After this ordeal, we decided to go to another bar to try our luck again. Well, bad luck followed us. After getting drinks, we made our way toward a table and a guy stopped me by tapping my arm and saying "hey, you're beautiful." Original. Then he said to me, "can I stalk you?" Oh. My. Hell. Was he serious!? Did he really use that as a pickup line!? We left the bar pretty fast after that.
Not really sure why, but we decided to meet back up with the bachelor party at a club -- well, I guess we decided to because they got a VIP table and a bottle. Free booze works for me! We got there and they were pretty well wasted by this point. The married guy from earlier was grinding on various different girls. The "predictable" guy was dancing with my friend. And another one came up to me and tried to dance with me, I didn't want to, and he said, "fuck you, you're no fun."
Seriously, what the hell is wrong with guys!? You don't talk to women like that, period. You don't swear at them. You don't say rude things to them. And if you're married, you certainly don't go around dancing with any old random girl! This whole evening was such an epic fail.
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