Stepping up the game

This week my nights out have included a variety of places, I’ve hit up Ziggy's twice (both Wednesdays), salvation once and even went against my college and attended the Derwent D-tention night. I have been having a lot of fun this week and I am dying to share. But I have to spare a moment to think about Mademoiselle. We've lost her to monogamy and that's a highly disappointing thing, but did her article make me think that life and all its experiences, is to be shared with just one other?

No, I’m still the same Roxy and I’m going to tell you about my week.

You may want to get comfortable, it’s been a busy one.

Wednesday last week started off pretty well, I was on a social and determined to get my fill of the night. The thing I love about socials is that you can dress up as whatever you want, and even create a new fun personality to go with it. However, there is a downside: alcohol consumption on socials is a hell of a lot higher than what I’d usually feel alright with drinking. I think things started to go wrong when I decided to consume half a bottle of vodka before the social had even started. That, in addition with lots more alcohol at the start of the social, meant that I got pretty messed up, pretty quickly.

From then on, my night slowly deteriorated. Yes I was having fun, but I was not exactly in the mood, or physical state, to be able to continue in my mission of pulling and I only ended up chatting to a few guys that I vaguely knew. Otherwise, I pretty much stuck with the people I had started the night with.

Saturday night came around and I had high hopes. It was my first ever Derwent event, and I’d heard a rumour that the Derwent lads were some of the hottest on campus. I was preparing myself for a big night, dressed as a school girl, but sadly alcohol was out of the question - I was still suffering from a Ziggy's hangover. Maybe being sober would be better for me anyway, Wednesday had been a massive failure due to alcohol, so remove that component and I was hoping for success.

We arrived to Derwent bar pretty late, after a bit of pre-lash in a mate's room, and when we did finally arrive, I was pretty impressed. I’m not saying that every guy there was unbearably hot, but there were quite a few lookers. Not having dutch courage on my side I wasn’t really up for going up to someone and being outrageously flirty like I usually would. I was patiently waiting for someone to come to me, after all why should I always be the one chasing? It didn’t take long. I’d say this guy was possibly one of the fittest guys there, and maybe you think I’m being biased, but I’m not.

He was gorgeous.

Things got a lot more fun from then on, and the night was a very successful one. Early in the morning he walked me home and ended up staying a while. He left when I fell asleep, which was a long time after the sun came up.

The next night out I had planned was Tuesday. Salvation was open for business and accompanied by some friends, I decided to check out what it had to offer. Was I feeling positive? Not really, I’d been to Salvation before and I didn’t really like it then, so I wasn’t preparing myself for the best night of my life.

And I was right not to. Salvation turned out to be awful, I guess being sober again didn’t help, but hell, I’ve done Ziggys sober and still loved it. I guess Salvation was just not the right place for me. We ditched pretty soon after we arrived.

After my disappointing Tuesday night, I was looking forward to a lovely Wednesday night Ziggy's. It couldn’t disappoint me, it never had before. And in some ways I guess I had a brilliant night, but in some ways I also guess I didn’t exactly make a move forwards - maybe just sideways. Another sober affair for me, but that didn’t matter. Although, I was kind of surprised when we arrived and it was practically empty. Assuming it would pick up later, we found a spot on the dance floor and stuck to it, for quite a while. It seemed that a ring of a few different groups of guys were closing in on us, but I wasn’t really impressed by any of them. None were daring to make a move, so I continued to dance with my gang. Later on we decided to go walk-about; I was no longer able to cope with the horrific music being pumped out of the speakers, so we decided to explore and check out any guys that were on form tonight.

Now, after my last encounter with them, the rugby guys had lost a bit of their spark: it was a case of been there, done that, but this week in Ziggy's the cricketers were suited up and I have to admit, they stole my attention. I got chatting to one of them, he was a looker, however his chat-up lines were pretty weak, I didn’t care, guys aren’t there to be talked to, they’re there to be looked at, and this guy was good for that. He leant in for the kiss, and like the worst wingman in history, his friend swooped in and stopped him, asking me which one of them I’d rather kiss. Well wasn’t that obvious... But as it turns out I’m glad I didn’t end up kissing him, because he happens to be living in the same flat as the guy I did end up with that night, one who I had previously pulled.

I guess the worlds worst wingman saved me from more awkward moments.

So thanks, random-guy-who-wasn’t-as-fit-as-his-friend, I owe you one.

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