After several, and I mean several Friday Happy hour attempts, I am happy to report it is not a "single-friendly" event.
There's something about it that is so...cold. It's most often always a hit or miss. More of a miss than a hit so much so I can count the instances I have actually had a good time. And when I mean hit I don't necessarily mean, "Hey, let's meet a bunch of guys, have fun, exchange numbers." Nope, even though that would be nice too. I am speaking more of something that seems serendipitous, great conversation with anyone (male or female), intelligent conversation, stimulating conversation, the kind I cannot have with myself on the couch.
At the happy hours it's none at all, bland or otherwise. It's filled with groups arriving straight from work, so normally they don't have time to chat with a new friend, or they are just so sick of chatting, they just want to sit there and sip on their normally-overpriced-but-now-reasonably-discounted drink. And this goes for guys and girls. They come straight from work in their suits, just want to sit to the side and down the drinks and talk about work possibly with the same people they just spent that work week with. I wonder, isn't that repetitive? And we complain about how lonely our lives are? Why can't I make new friends, boo hoo me? Yep, that's exactly why, because we stick with what we know. More so at the Friday Happy Hour.
At the happy hours it's none at all, bland or otherwise. It's filled with groups arriving straight from work, so normally they don't have time to chat with a new friend, or they are just so sick of chatting, they just want to sit there and sip on their normally-overpriced-but-now-reasonably-discounted drink. And this goes for guys and girls. They come straight from work in their suits, just want to sit to the side and down the drinks and talk about work possibly with the same people they just spent that work week with. I wonder, isn't that repetitive? And we complain about how lonely our lives are? Why can't I make new friends, boo hoo me? Yep, that's exactly why, because we stick with what we know. More so at the Friday Happy Hour.
If you've hit jackpot at any of these Happy hours, preferably one on a Friday night, I would love to hear your opinion. Where did you go? How did you break into the working class crowd? What was your secret? After all my years of hobnobbing, I can't seem to conquer that particular subset. Until then, I would be here in Atlanta, wishing I didn't give another Friday Happy Hour a chance. :-( Knowing this you're probably wondering why do I still attempt to go to Friday Happy hour. I don't know, I'm a sucker, I guess.
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