Simple, Sophisticated and Satisfying

Thursday night is ladies night in a particular club in the middle of town. Some friends of mine and I decided that we'd check out the scene that night. As always, I expected as much, they cancelled on me. Clubbing isn't really my thing, considering that I dont enjoy music, I dont dance, and well...must I explain further? But my love of meeting people, light drinking, intense socialising and astonishment of people who actually can dance, pulled me there that night. It was actually my first at the clubbed once dibbed the hottest spot in town.Sad?....well it's safe to assume so....

Another bunch of friends were going that night. Problem was, they were all guys. A few years ago I'd never second thought going out with whomever, and whatever quantity. Alas, I have grown, two grey hairs I'm semi pround and embarrassed to mention. I shall not pull them out until I've decided whether it's a good thing or a bad, to have sprouted not one but two grey hairs barely having begun official adulthood.

I anticipated a night of being a fly on the wall, checking out the lighting, floor plan, stage areas, DJ areas, security, you know things that usually come natural to technically professioned people that venture out of their natural habitat.
So as the night went on, I squeezed my way through the dancing crowd a few times, it much resembled a marathon, at a pasar malam, with no food. I made a few acquaintences, got along with some, didn't get along with others. A misunderstanding took place that night.

A friend of mine, had a disagreement with a guy he introduced me to that night. This friend, I must explain, told me that he was interested in me being a someone to him. I told him that it would take alot of time and getting to really know each other before finally taking that step into a relationship. So friends we remain.

Apparently this friend of mine had a problem with me meeting other people. So much so that he created a scene. Not only do I not like scenes, I felt akward, in a place unfamiliar to me, a dance club. In a way I understand that if you like someone, you'd really feel bad if they were talking to someone else, but making a scene is utterly uncool, demeaning, and just plain childish. You see it in movies, where the gangsters start losing their tempers, turning tables, and chopping peoples heads off. It's sounds an interesting act, it might impress every other lady, but it does not impress me. It makes you look bad, and me feel worse.

Though I knew that he would feel bad that I was talking to another guy, I didn't think I was in any way, at fault because first of all. I talk to alot of guys. I always have and I always will. This is a part of me that makes me who I am. I dont want to pretend that I dont do this and I'm not going to stop talking to guys and stop having friends just because I'm in a relationship. Now tell me what I'm thinking, we're just friends and he already can't accept the way I am. I cant imagine going any further with someone who's going go through so much trouble to restrict me. It's just not going to work out.

The worst mistake a couple can make is to only have each other, and no one else. People are individuals, they have brains and each a heart. I understand that the guy I like had friends before me, and will have friends after me, I will under no circumstances try to compete with his friends, because they have a different kind of relationship that I could never have with him, and they'd never have the relationship that I have with him.

There are things that I can't do for my man, that I need his friends to do for me - it's sort of like outsourcing. Stuff from football to IT stuff, to F1, but also emotional things that sometimes he can't share with me. People need other people, people need to know that.

I guess I don't need that kind of action, that kind of attention anymore. All I need is someone who's there when he needs to be, someone I can make smile, and at the end of the day feel that he had a great day. Simple, sophisticated, and satisfying.