Cigarettes Are Gross and DC Is in Hibernation

What I find amazing is that guys will smoke knowing that it damages their lungs, causes premature aging of the skin and makes all of their clothes smell like five month old ashes. And then these same guys will turn around and try to flirt with anyone who catches their eye nearby.

OK, I’ve tried smoking cigarettes back in college, and I never saw the point in continuing. I’m learning now that not only was that a great decision but many of my classmates who looked so cool back then are now unattractive and have that dried out look that drinking eight glasses of water per day doesn’t solve.

Even worse is when these same guys get the shakes while they’re in the club, as the lack of nicotine starts affecting their body. It looks gross, and while obviously not as bad as being on crack or drugs, it just reeks of a lack of self control, which to me is unacceptable. I only make allowances for alcohol, and even then, drinking to get wildly intoxicated is rarely the goal – intoxication just happens to creep up on you while you’re enjoying time with friends in a social atmosphere.

Anyway, on to the real point of this post: most of my close friends have moved away from Washington D.C., where I currently reside, and I’m starting to seriously consider that my time has come to leave the District, as well.

On no night is this more evident than Friday and Saturday night. Thought I like both men and women for different reasons, most of my friends are straight and are uncomfortable in gay-themed clubs. I can understand this to a certain extent, which is why I favor places that cater to mixed crowds, but even then, it’s a hassle to get them to go out, so it’s often easier to just direct them to a cool place and just try to keep an eye out for The Signs while I’m there. After all, most homosexual or bisexuals frequent the most hip places, and often in the mixed company of gay, straight and other so they’re doing the same.

Anyway, I found that going to a gay club alone is like going into a meat market with no butcher to carve the best cut of steak possible out of the slab of beef. That probably sounded confusing, but what I mean is that every desperate guy in the place will immediately gravitate towards you. This can work to your advantage, because often a good looking and normal guy will often see you in need and will pull you aside or start a conversation, but you can’t get the seconds or minutes of life you surrendered trying to be polite but not an a$$hole (a fine balance) back. You don’t go out to a club to be polite…you go out to get laid! Oh, and dance. But getting laid or finding a potential hook-up is always the end goal.

Anyway, so I recently went out to a bar down the street from my building, and I met a lot of very hot guys – tall, in shape and well-groomed. Just my type! The first pair I met fit my type extremely well – unfortunately both were in a relationship, with each other, which made my conversation somewhat stilted since it was obvious that I was trying to flirt and it appeared they were just there recovering from a day spent with one or the others’ parents. With no gay wingman or backup, I had no way of knowing that I had failed to notice their engagement rings. Then I found another pair. Awesome! Of course one was married to a life partner, and the other one was straight. I spent some time talking with the straight one, but I couldn’t quite jump the hurdle required for a seduction. It’s probably the weather, because I went home shortly afterwards with an acquaintance I’d hooked up with before, and before the night wore on too long, we did our thing (not X-rated), I went back home, drank some cranberry juice and read a book before bed.

The next night, I went out with a group of my straight friends for a pre-Thanksgiving holiday drink. I forgot the new name, but I have been there before when it was a gay-themed hotspot (not the first time a bar has changed management to the opposite end of the spectrum in DC, and definitely not the last!). Then we went to Rocket Bar. Had a good time hanging out but I have to say that I was very unimpressed with the bar scene. The best part of the night was a visit to The Diner for a 3 AM breakfast (I had steak and eggs). DC is always like this during winter – it seems to me as if the town starts hibernating, and there is little to no reason to stay in town.

So I’m basically bored and to that end, will probably not be going out that much this season. DC has confirmed this decision by snowing this past weekend and then raining around 6 AM this morning.

I think I’m ready to call DC quits! If some hot guys and girls don’t start showing up soon, I’m going to go stir crazy!