Oh the life of a single girl...
...is such a funny one. So much to do, so many things to experience... a time for firsts.
Take last night as an example. For a laugh, a bunch of us girls decided to attend a 'Trash or treasure' singles party in Piccadilly. The idea being a single girl (obviously the treasure) brings a single guy (the trash of course) and visa versa. This was literally ALL the information we were armed with when we arrived, flouting the rules and turning up as a group of 3 girls, with 2 already inside and another girl and ONE token male planning to turn up later on. We were obviously slightly taken aback then, when we signed in and were handed LOCKS to tie around our wrists.
Yes, it was a lock and key party. My initial reaction was along the lines of "Noooooooooooooooo!!", followed by fits of giggles by my friend who had been expressing her desire to go to one of these things earlier on in the day. As you can imagine, the first 15 minutes of our evening was then spent huddled in a booth with a drink, making up stupid lines the guys may use on us and scoping out the (serious LACK of) men to see who may have our keys. The best we could come up with vaguely resembled "hey baby... can I put my KEY in your LOCK?"... leer leer, giggle giggle...
Anyway, the venue was really nice if a bit dark, with a cupid's message wall for singles to post a note to the object of their affection, as well as female DJ who looked like a Lesbian stuck in the 80's with a penchant for cheesy music. As we sipped our drinks, tapped our feet to some retro Michael Jackson, and scoffed copious amounts of haribo jelly hearts and love heart sweets, we scanned the room. In theory, lock and key party... great idea. In practice it kind of fell flat on it's face. You see, the whole point is that every lock has a key to open it. This doesn't really work when there's a severe gender imbalance and the women outnumber the men 3 to 1! Even more depressingly, the examples of the male species that were in attendance either looked old enough to be my father, or had possibly turned up at the singles night out of sheer desperation. My friend did manage to find the owner of the key to her padlock however, but he just.. er.. wasn't her type. Ahem.
So, the evening was really spent feeling slightly sick from the sugar intake, taking idiotic photos balancing jelly sweets on our faces, handing each other love hearts with corny messages such as "Hug me" and "Cool kid" and the occasional half hearted attempt to get our padlocks opened by guys who couldn't be bothered to get out of their booths and instead preferred to lean over and give the locks a go. Doesn't really fill a girl with confidence if the thought of unlocking a girls padlock isn't enough to get him off his lazy ass.
If last night is anything to go on, I'm glad I don't take these events seriously. Women seem to go to have a laugh, and the kind of men that seem to take part are there for one simple reason... they can't get a date (harsh perhaps but I'm only going on what I saw last night!). Begs the question why exactly? I did have a giggle though, and to be fair to the men, it wasn't really like they'd all been hit with the ugly stick, just not really my type. I think if you go with no expectations other than to socialise and make a few new friends, you'll have a good time.
I am SO looking forward to the speed dating event we are all booked to attend next week. ha ha... anyone want to offer me some good question ideas to ask? Think outside the box people...! Comments please!
Take last night as an example. For a laugh, a bunch of us girls decided to attend a 'Trash or treasure' singles party in Piccadilly. The idea being a single girl (obviously the treasure) brings a single guy (the trash of course) and visa versa. This was literally ALL the information we were armed with when we arrived, flouting the rules and turning up as a group of 3 girls, with 2 already inside and another girl and ONE token male planning to turn up later on. We were obviously slightly taken aback then, when we signed in and were handed LOCKS to tie around our wrists.Yes, it was a lock and key party. My initial reaction was along the lines of "Noooooooooooooooo!!", followed by fits of giggles by my friend who had been expressing her desire to go to one of these things earlier on in the day. As you can imagine, the first 15 minutes of our evening was then spent huddled in a booth with a drink, making up stupid lines the guys may use on us and scoping out the (serious LACK of) men to see who may have our keys. The best we could come up with vaguely resembled "hey baby... can I put my KEY in your LOCK?"... leer leer, giggle giggle...
Anyway, the venue was really nice if a bit dark, with a cupid's message wall for singles to post a note to the object of their affection, as well as female DJ who looked like a Lesbian stuck in the 80's with a penchant for cheesy music. As we sipped our drinks, tapped our feet to some retro Michael Jackson, and scoffed copious amounts of haribo jelly hearts and love heart sweets, we scanned the room. In theory, lock and key party... great idea. In practice it kind of fell flat on it's face. You see, the whole point is that every lock has a key to open it. This doesn't really work when there's a severe gender imbalance and the women outnumber the men 3 to 1! Even more depressingly, the examples of the male species that were in attendance either looked old enough to be my father, or had possibly turned up at the singles night out of sheer desperation. My friend did manage to find the owner of the key to her padlock however, but he just.. er.. wasn't her type. Ahem.
So, the evening was really spent feeling slightly sick from the sugar intake, taking idiotic photos balancing jelly sweets on our faces, handing each other love hearts with corny messages such as "Hug me" and "Cool kid" and the occasional half hearted attempt to get our padlocks opened by guys who couldn't be bothered to get out of their booths and instead preferred to lean over and give the locks a go. Doesn't really fill a girl with confidence if the thought of unlocking a girls padlock isn't enough to get him off his lazy ass.If last night is anything to go on, I'm glad I don't take these events seriously. Women seem to go to have a laugh, and the kind of men that seem to take part are there for one simple reason... they can't get a date (harsh perhaps but I'm only going on what I saw last night!). Begs the question why exactly? I did have a giggle though, and to be fair to the men, it wasn't really like they'd all been hit with the ugly stick, just not really my type. I think if you go with no expectations other than to socialise and make a few new friends, you'll have a good time.
I am SO looking forward to the speed dating event we are all booked to attend next week. ha ha... anyone want to offer me some good question ideas to ask? Think outside the box people...! Comments please!
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