Confession Of A Retired Party Girl

Read the previous confession of a party girl HERE .

The last time I went clubbing, I was with a group of friends who's around my age. Late-twenties. 

We were in this supposedly swanky, ultra-hip club and found ourselves surrounded by a lot of young people. 

College kids, youngsters who finally got the license to party legally. The place was jam-packed. There was no room for you to breathe. 

The group of us were mainly observing these youngsters. Then I was talking to this guy, Eddy, who's a friend of a friend, and he was saying he's getting old for these kinds of things. 

How he doesn't really hang out at the clubs anymore, preferred something more relax like chilling at the bar. 

And he was saying how his body aches the next day after an all-nighter. 

As I was looking around, I kinda agree with Eddy. 

I think I'm getting too old and tired of these things. 

There were pretty young girls, in short, tight dresses writhing, wiggling, and gyrating. 

I repeat writhing and not dancing to the music. They are there to be seen. Running to the toilet every now and then to check up on their appearance. 

There were few drunk young guys around trying to hit on girls. Some were so drunk they puked on the floor, near the bar. 

I was dead sober and this time, I prefer to stand at the bar, secure with my group of friends instead of going on the dance floor. I got tired of fending off advances from drunk guys, sometimes boys. 

There was all kind of guys. 

Nerdy, horny, old guys who hope to be able to get a girl for the night. They suddenly grind you, touch you. I don't know why can't they leave a girl dancing on her own and what made them so sure we wanted to dance with anybody? 

Alcohol really gives these guys a confidence boost. Liquid courage. 

Even while I was standing with my friends, there were still those who tried to talk to me. I had to tell Eddy to save us from those guys. 

I got tired of these guys pick-up lines too.

"Where are you from?"

"I think you are beautiful/cute"

"You are really sexy"

"You dance really well" 

Only amateurs use those lines. As if we girls don't know what are you trying to do or what is in your mind. And don't bother asking for our phone numbers if you don't intend to keep in touch. 

I think I'm getting tired of all those things/game they play. 

I found myself drained off the energy the next day after an all-nighter. My idea of a perfect night is probably no longer dancing the night away, it's being at home, in bed, reading a really good book. 

That's probably my introvertness speaking or the I'm-getting-old me speaking. Sigh.