Into the Wild (?)

No plans for tonight.
But I'm going to people watch (my favorite activity).
I'm unconcerned what the venue ends up being.
It matters not in the least.
Perhaps some music or perhaps just bar patrons.
Definitely some guys hocking their game to some girls who will either be interested or not, more than likely there will be no real connection, no real chances taken by either side.
The man will wait 'til he's "drunk enough" and the girl will discern this weakness, or perhaps she's finally willing to let her unreasonably high standards slide and she "gives him a shot."
Then one of his friends or all of them, however, aren't cute enough for her friends (who still have unrealistic expectations) and it all falls apart like cookies left soaking in milk. Everyone goes home alone. Well, no, the girls end up with ex-boyfriends or whatever, and nothing really changes nor really accomplishes anything except a delay or an attempt at least to fight off the loneliness and everyone will laugh it off in the morning and do their best to ignore the regret and perhaps (an old word, but a fitting one comes to mind, "shame" but women have lost the meaning of that word in hook-up culture) they'll keep hooking up in a drunken haze over the next few years. The luckless will end up married, the lucky (do they exist?) well, I don't know what they do. Fuck those people wherever they are, no, scratch that, good luck to them and best wishes.

I'll be entertained regardless, I'll have a few beers, and I'll play "around the room" and try to discern who's in control of each group or couple, who's more or less interested, who wishes they were elsewhere, if/when/how often they fuck et cetera.

I've always found being part of a large morass of people to be cumbersome as the level of communication amongst/between the members of the large group downtown becomes little more than tweets.

If nothing else, be entertained by the futility and charade of heterosexual dating/hook-up dynamics, it is a confusing and alien concept at the best of times, and the worthless, cheap, and tawdry worst of intercourse at its lowest of the low.

Hoist the black flag, and at the very least, look debonair and fashionable while you degrade yourself. B/c no one wants to be shameful while un-stylish.

We have standards, people. At least for appearances.