Simplicity......

I like to work on a formula basis, and seen as algebra was always a subject close to my heart I can see the inherent link. A wise person once told me that "It's a numbers game honey", therefore I decided to apply that philosophy to everything I do in life.

So last night seemed simple, walk into the bar with your killer heels and figure hugging dress, with a men to women ratio of  3: 1 surely the end of the night would reap rewards?  How deluded could one be? 

Its like a scene from safari, men huddled together doting on the pack leaders every move. Laughing like school girls and only breaking the circle from more beer. Men look over and stare, wandering hands around the room sleazily  find your buttocks, one man even winked. You anticipate their approach..... it never happens. At what point in the 21st Century did men lose all of their traditional 'courting' confidence? Instead of introducing themselves, they stay in their little hunting packs too scared to venture out and find themselves a mate on their own! How do we expect to carry on the 'circle of life' when we can’t even talk to one another?

When the philosophy is applied to this situation, it makes total sense. Its not a numbers game anymore for men, it’s a safety in numbers! The fear of rejection gives them palpitations, a stronger emotion than the need for affection.

...By the end of the night, your ass feels like a tenderised steak and  the only person looking longingly into your eyes is the bar man...because he wants a tip!

Given my experiences tonight there is only one thing for me to do, if I ever want to be kissed underneath some mistletoe this Christmas, I cannot rely on the men to make the initial move!

Shame really, I'm rather lazy.........