Love in this club.

I wrote this post a while ago, but thought that it would be a great refresher for anyone dipping their feet into the shark filled dating pool this holiday. Enjoy! :)

Barney from How I Met Your Mother practicing
 his smooth one liners

I LOVE going out. From getting dressed over pre-drinks, a little t-shirt time and right up until “the cabs are here”. Girls and guys alike put so much effort into carving out a somewhat appealing exterior before they hit the town, preparing themselves for the nerve racking mating game that ensues.

But, can you really expect to find a potential lover on the dance floor? Covered in sweat, a drink in hand and a few cringe-worthy dance moves – yes, so damn attractive right? Life is way too intensely chaotic to have the time and effort to go out, and meet a member of the opposite sex anywhere else. 

So, you might as well kill two birds with one stone, or in this case – seductively kill two guys with one look. Dating is way too confusing. Terrifying. Intimidating. Plus, I’m not too sure if post-student budgets advocate wining and dining these days. Red roses? Chocolate? Throw them at me like Lyndsay Lohan at a crack party.



Personally, I think the probability of meeting an attractive, sane guy, without any stalker tendencies in a club is pretty low. Let’s face it, most people launch into one-track minds once the tequila sets in, so you can't really expect to be romanced between a few fist pumps. 

Pick-up lines were created for a reason. To break the ice, set the tone and ultimately to “pick up” a girl, and more often than not, this does not include an anniversary date. If he asks for your number, sure give it! But, don't get your hopes up and expect him to call the next day, or the day after - he might just be practicing his game on you. Excuse me for sounding cynical.

Pick-up lines - do really they work?

I would rather save the “let’s spend Friday night curled up watching The Notebook thoughts for a guy who is actually worth the headspace. Watch out for the smooth one liners that he may try to pull out - “Baby, did you just fart? Because you blew me away”, or my personal favourite “Is your father a terrorist? Because baby you're the bomb”. Seriously. Save yourself some pride.

Enjoy the night. Dance a little. Grab a cocktail. Shake that noodle. Turn a few heads. Just leave with your heart and head intact.