I have a problem. I can’t keep to myself. I speak to my neighbours, meet new friends and break out of my circle. Outlandish behaviour, I know (insert sarcastic tone), but I would quickly grow bored if I were forced to only associate with those in my group. No offense to my compadres. It’s not that my friends are boring – they certainly are not – it’s just that I have a penchant for the unknown, a naturally curious disposition.

I want to discover what the man next to me is smirking at, why the girls across the room are giggling, and who is secretly pining for whom. I’m that girl listening in on your conversation and watching your every move. Creepy? Totally. (It’s probably why I’m still single.)

This evening, I was indulging in a glass or two of bubbles at Glowbal Collection’s latest creation Black and Blue. Have you been? Go. Go for the meat locker, for the music, for the mini Yorkshire puddings. Just go.

Our seats at the bar were in prime viewing position. I barely had to crane my neck to get the full scene in. It was an important position to be in to remain as inconspicuous as possible. (Who was I kidding?)

To my left at the bar was a group of three ladies having the time of their lives, much like my little trio. Our two parties were definitely the loudest bunch sitting around the polished bar full of suits. I wouldn’t go so far as to compare ourselves to hyenas, but there were definitely moments of uproarious laughter. Coincidentally, our food was served at the same time and we all oohed and aahed over each other’s meals, finally striking up conversation between the groups. As we talked, the minutes we spent together felt more like years as friendships were born and stories exchanged.

We were uninhibited and strong females. A force to be reckoned with, if you ask me. We had no cares in the world sitting on those bar stools. Life was easy. We weren’t even scared to sing along to the music we had heard so many times before. In fact, it was during one round of You’ve Got That Loving Feeling that we managed to get a couple of men across from us to join in. This is what life is supposed to be like. Those moments when everyone is connected as one.

Sadly, our new friends left for another party, and we were left to finish our glasses and revel in our magnificent evening. It was now getting quite late and the bar had doubled in size. It was as though time had been standing still for hours and suddenly it was 11pm.

As I looked up from my bubbles, I met the eye of a somewhat familiar face. An actor. A super hero, if you will. He and his friends were surrounded by a mob of people. The kind of people who hang on to any string of fame they can find. Within this crowd was a girl who stood out in her country club style red cable knit sweater, which seemed rather out of place amongst the suits and silk. She was fawning over the actor with such aggression that she may as well have handcuffed her hands around his body. She was not letting go. Her hands snaked down his torso and we watched as he recoiled.

The exchange was fascinating to view as he remained admirably level headed. He appeared to politely evade her advances without causing a scene, and still she wasn’t getting the message. We must have watched this dance for at least 30 minutes before she eventually gave up, his friends silently cheering in her wake.

We wanted to pat him on the back for his grace, but, instead, we sent him a note. Without signing it, we passed our words to the bartender who obliged our desires. “Some girls just don’t get the message. Well played.” Simple as that. After reading and laughing over it with his friends, he raised his glass to us and shot us a smile that would light city blocks.

This super hero was just a guy in a bar. Yeah, he’s an actor. Sometimes he wears a cape. But when it comes down to it, he’s just another dude. And we were just a few girls observing from afar.

My Lessons from a Bar Stool:

Lessons for the ladies:

1. While going out and catching up with your friends is important, it’s also important to meet new people. Don’t be afraid to strike up conversation with other females.

2. Have the time of your life. Sing out loud. Laugh until your face wrinkles. Live in the moment.

3. Don’t latch on to anyone. Learn to read the signals and know when someone isn’t interested. This usually involves them prying your hands off and turning their backs to you.

Lessons for the men:

1. Please oblige us ladies by dropping your guard and joining us in laughter and song. You aren’t too cool for school.

2. The dangerous praying mantis can be difficult to shake, but don’t stoop to her level when trying to avoid her clutches. Ignore if you must, but don’t be rude.

3. You’re likely being watched. By me.

-SA

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