no game... no play
One of those nights where you ask yourself "What the hell am I doing out here?" That was tonight. You get to the party. Right away, you're confronted by three gorgeous girls, all sophomores, who say they loved that play you were in only a few days ago. You try to play it cool, stay nice. You don't want to get drunk, but you figure one beer will do good to loosen you up. You talk a little more, try to crack a joke or two, but generally just be polite and try to ask questions. Two girls leave. They go off dancing. The third seems interested. But wait... her hot guy wrestler friend is behind you. And wait... isn't that the same guy who picked a fight with a friend in your hall the last time you were here? It is. But too late, you've thought too long, considered too much. Suddenly the third girl is gone, talking to the wrestler, and your left standing, beer in hand, music blaring. You walk around. Try to stick with your friends who you know have been here, done this before. You keep trying to play it cool, but you are slowly coming to a devastating realization - you have no social skills. You go upstairs. You go to the bathroom. Something to occupy your time and make you feel like it's okay that you haven't talked to anyone. You want another beer to loosen you up some more... but no... they're out. Then you realize your friends are gone. Some have gone off drinking hard liquor - something you're in no hurry to do. The one you wanted to stick with, the guy you trust the most, is outside talking to his girlfriend. You see different friends you came with on your way through the crowds of people. They ask you "What are you doing all alone?" "Why are you standing against this wall?" "Why don't you go talk to some girls?" And with each question you think of the same answer, although you don't say it. You have no game. You have no flare. You are boring.
The band plays "Hey Jude." You sing along. You try to enjoy it, but you realize that the idiot that everyone looks at standing in the middle of crowds of people but obviously alone, clapping and singing as loud as he can, is you. And no. You're not drunk. You're just alone.
You see your friends once more. They talk a moment about leaving, but then get second thoughts. You think a moment about staying, but the idea they first brought up is sounding better and better. You say quickly "I'm out," and then you are. Cold night. Dim light. People walking down brick sidewalks. Girls with boys, boys with girls. Girls in their impenetrable clusters. Guys on there way to infiltrate those clusters. You sit and you wait and you expect your friends to come out any moment, but as you sit and wait, you realize that they've forgotten all about you. You stand up and start walking, not knowing exactly where you're going, until you end up at home, in your room, alone, fiddling away on your bass guitar and wondering why you seem to be the only guy you know who can't find the right girl for him - or hell, not even the wrong one.
The band plays "Hey Jude." You sing along. You try to enjoy it, but you realize that the idiot that everyone looks at standing in the middle of crowds of people but obviously alone, clapping and singing as loud as he can, is you. And no. You're not drunk. You're just alone.
You see your friends once more. They talk a moment about leaving, but then get second thoughts. You think a moment about staying, but the idea they first brought up is sounding better and better. You say quickly "I'm out," and then you are. Cold night. Dim light. People walking down brick sidewalks. Girls with boys, boys with girls. Girls in their impenetrable clusters. Guys on there way to infiltrate those clusters. You sit and you wait and you expect your friends to come out any moment, but as you sit and wait, you realize that they've forgotten all about you. You stand up and start walking, not knowing exactly where you're going, until you end up at home, in your room, alone, fiddling away on your bass guitar and wondering why you seem to be the only guy you know who can't find the right girl for him - or hell, not even the wrong one.