Conformity - "It's the one who is different that gets left out in the cold"

“It’s the one who is different that gets left out in the cold”

The night started a little late because I just finished up a hockey game, and I had to clean up and book it over to Ryan’s as fast as I could. I get there and Ryan’s buddies, Shawn and Jordan were already there and ready to roll. So we get to Campbell and Katie Bloom’s is not only packed, the crowd in line looks…hmm, how can I put this delicately…ghetto as fuck.

At this point in life, Ryan is hung up on some girl, Jordan is married, I’ve sworn off dating, and Shawn is not sure if he wants to be meet new people — sounds like the Island of Misfit Toys, doesn’t it? But we choose to go to Campbell because the girl Ryan got a phone number from was at another bar in the area, and you know…what’s the worst that could happen?

So we head over to Sonoma Chicken Coop because they have an awesome microbrew and we won’t run into that girl and her friends, at least not before getting a few drinks in us. After a few pints, it’s time see what the hubbub is all about, and meet this girl at the bar with her friends. We get there, and it…is…packed. Ryan tells her what part of the bar we’re residing, and eventually, she tracks us down. I must admit, not bad. Last time I saw I had a few drinks in me, so I didn’t have the most accurate memory of her. Oh, and one of her friends, one I previously hit on, was there too…hooray.

They decide they want to go to the douchiest bar in Campbell because their friend (it’s the friend’s birthday) wants to go there…double-hooray. The place is just as douchy as I remember. And of course they have to pat us down, because people have been stabbed there before –did I mention how happy I was to be there? At this point, I decide to water out because the last time I was with some of these guys after a workout, I got drunk really fast and blacked out. Combine that with me swearing off dating, and I’m not much use to anyone here.

However, one of the cool things is that Shawn, is uncharacteristically social. He starts talking to and dancing with the girl who turned me down about a month before, go Shawny! Lord knows that I don’t want to talk to her again; I faced personal humiliation with her once, I don’t want to do that again.

While this is happening, Ryan is in the middle of a dance floor make-out sesh with his girl, and Jordan is (reluctantly) dancing with some random chick. I say “reluctantly” because he’s married and definitely doesn’t want to do anything he may regret. I’m just off to the side, taking this all in, because no one loves me.

The club calls last call and the place starts to thin out. The random Jordan was dancing with asks him for his number, but he politely turns her down and point to his ring, which was a much better outcome than the last time.

Outside of the club, Shawn seems very outgoing and this girl seems to be a little hesitant. He asks her for her number, but I think somehow she doesn’t directly give it to him, but says to get it from her friend. That ended up not panning out so well because, in all actuality, she’s not Shawn’s type. Also things are still jiving with Ryan and his girl.

After a failed attempt to get food at a local taqueria and a good night’s sleep, Ryan, Shawn, and I break everything down over Facebook chat. Ryan and Shawn were both drunk so they don’t know whether to pursue these women or not. I was sober and tried to convince them to because, well, what’s the worst that could happen? Worst-case scenario, you go out with them a few times, things don’t work out, you never talk to them again — the usual for us.