Why do ppl act out the crazies after a night of ill-fated affairs? I mean, really, how much has changed concerning the relationship involved?
And if alcohol played an essential role in the relations, and the memory is vague... then really, how much has changed?
If neither of the involved parties makes an atypical effort towards communication post-romp, is it not safe to assume that mutual feelings, between said parties, have not changed, and that the implicated individuals should go on living life, just as they were?
And besides all of which, why is it routinely assumed that the female party is the one to inevitably act the fool after all is said and done (or as often is the case...not done quite so well)?
In situations comparable to the one described, I have often observed a wonderfully beautiful, smart, and talented female attempting to act civil; all the while, the male is the first to perform the archetypal awkward scene:
She walks in with all of her astounding beauty and grace, calmly strides over and says her hellos to the group of mutual friends. Meanwhile, he immediately and clumsily looks away, even going as far as tripping over the bar stool next to him to find his escape, undoubtedly to the bathroom and its welcoming urinals.
She walks in with all of her astounding beauty and grace, calmly strides over and says her hellos to the group of mutual friends. Meanwhile, he immediately and clumsily looks away, even going as far as tripping over the bar stool next to him to find his escape, undoubtedly to the bathroom and its welcoming urinals.
I mean, her beauty is radiating, but not quite so that it should cause one to look away.
Certainly, a brief awkward encounter is expected after such an inopportune escapade; but one that the female was well prepared to barrel past via witty commentary.
What happened to a couple civil jokes, a clap on the back, and a mutual understanding that, although entertaining, such alcoholic urges should never again be pursued by the two parties?
But once the aforementioned male party makes the unfortunate first move of ducking his head and slithering away, he is automatically calling forth all of this unnecessary awkwardness. And thus, suddenly there is a big fat pink elephant in the room that just shit in the lovely girl's drink.
Now tell me (And her, please.), how is she supposed to recover after such a move? No witty comment could easily or sufficiently clear the air after a stink like that.
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