June 24, 2008

Gay Bars are Better

I went out to a gay bar this weekend (not the first time I’d been) and was reminded of how much better, how much more fun they are. Better music, better dancing, hotter men (even if they’re not available to you). Any girl who’s all, “Fuck guys, I just wanna dance” would go to a gay bar if she really meant it. The guys might dance with you for a bit, but ultimately it’s all you. You might not be able to compete with all the skanky hos for male attention at “regular” bars (I can’t do it no matter how hard I try) but at a gay bar, you don’t have to, because those kinda girls don’t go to those kinda places. You don’t have to worry about sketchy people who won’t leave you alone because honey, they’re just not that into you. Nothing personal. And, surprisingly with all the dancing, there are fewer drinks being sloppily dumped all over the place. You might not get free drinks but it’s all worth it if a guy tells you you’re smokin’ hot: he’s obviously not trying to get laid (at least not by you) so damn girl, you must be hot. And if you’re lucky, one of the straight male bartenders will be, and you won’t end up going home alone after all. In my case, even if I do go home alone, it’s almost a guarantee that it still will have been a better night.