I got invited to a party by our new associate art director at work and at first i wasn’t going to go. She’s much younger than I am, I don’t have a lot in common with her and I can’t remember the last time I’ve been to a house party. But the more I think about it, the more I realize my husband and I have become boring. I used to go out all the time….I don’t have kids. So I guilt my husband into going.
So the party is fine, I drink some drinks…I meet some new people. But the interesting thing is the mix of people at this party. There is a group that the party organizer works with who are older. We are married, divorced, somewhere in between. Then there is a group of friends who are clearly closer to her age.
So a couple hours into the party these guys wander in. Young guys. Guys who are usually the center of attention. Guys who wear shirts that say “Just because I want to sleep with you doesn’t mean you’re good looking.” Well when they walk in, all the older crowd pay them no attention what so ever. I think that the t-shirt, the popped collars and the backwards ball caps screamed douche bags. The reallly interesting thing is they had no idea how to handle the situation. I start watching this one guy in particular cause he starts eyeing our group. He clearly wants to come over but has no idea how to infiltrate a group of older women…older women paying them no attention…older women who came with their own guy friends…older women who aren’t there to flirt with the boys. He wanders as close as the food bar right beside us then quickly backs off. I think it’s funny cause 10 years ago I would have been the intimidated. But now here’s this poor guy who is intimidated by the VERY loud women in the corner. After watching his approach and retreat for about 45 minutes I take pity and send my husband over to break the ice.
He winds up being a pretty cool guy.