As mentioned, I recently got back from a really long trip. I found it so easy to chat with people -- all people, but especially guys -- when I was away. I don't know if it was because I was lonely or bored, or if for once I didn't have an ulterior motive (i.e. wasn't always* hitting on them). I resolved that when I came home, I would approach things in the same laissez-faire way. Easier said than done. There's just some kind of psychological effect when you know you are back home.
Luckily, I have another friend who's just come back from an even longer trip, and we've chatted about this effect. We went out together the other night, and I think we resolved that we would treat it the way we would have treated a night out when we were each away only that now I think I might have only thought that in my own mind. Doesn't matter, because it TOTALLY WORKED.
We had planned to go to one particular bar, and when we got there it was full of Santas. We were the only people not dressed like Santa, or Santa's helper, or sexy elves, or whatever else women dress like when they are on Christmas-themed pub crawls. We had missed the memo. However, all this Santa-ness made for a really easy way to chat with people. We were meeting dudes while we were already chatting to other dudes! It was insane. (Also, a huge difference from Ottawa, where there always seem to be way more ladies than guys.) We really didn't have anything to lose, because there were literally always more guys in the mix.
We somehow ended up ensconced in a sports team's pub crawl (also Santa-themed). My friend and I ended up entranced by two of them in particular, and they ended up with us back at her place. I thought my guy was going to ask for my number, but I think he couldn't remember my name? In any case, he didn't ask. So later in the day, after a nap, my friend and I decided to go all Sherlock Holmes on them. Her dude had an unusual name, and that combined with their team led us directly to them. We thought we were so smart...until she texted me later to say she had found a team sticker in her vegetable crisper. They must have wanted to be found! At least, that's how we interpreted it. I used the opportunity to email my guy. Still waiting to hear back (ha).
*I was hitting on them, sometimes.
Luckily, I have another friend who's just come back from an even longer trip, and we've chatted about this effect. We went out together the other night, and I think we resolved that we would treat it the way we would have treated a night out when we were each away only that now I think I might have only thought that in my own mind. Doesn't matter, because it TOTALLY WORKED.
We had planned to go to one particular bar, and when we got there it was full of Santas. We were the only people not dressed like Santa, or Santa's helper, or sexy elves, or whatever else women dress like when they are on Christmas-themed pub crawls. We had missed the memo. However, all this Santa-ness made for a really easy way to chat with people. We were meeting dudes while we were already chatting to other dudes! It was insane. (Also, a huge difference from Ottawa, where there always seem to be way more ladies than guys.) We really didn't have anything to lose, because there were literally always more guys in the mix.
We somehow ended up ensconced in a sports team's pub crawl (also Santa-themed). My friend and I ended up entranced by two of them in particular, and they ended up with us back at her place. I thought my guy was going to ask for my number, but I think he couldn't remember my name? In any case, he didn't ask. So later in the day, after a nap, my friend and I decided to go all Sherlock Holmes on them. Her dude had an unusual name, and that combined with their team led us directly to them. We thought we were so smart...until she texted me later to say she had found a team sticker in her vegetable crisper. They must have wanted to be found! At least, that's how we interpreted it. I used the opportunity to email my guy. Still waiting to hear back (ha).
*I was hitting on them, sometimes.
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