Saturday night feaver and/or frostbite

Stepping out of the comfort of an old 4 door sedan onto the frozen tundra of a desolate college campus and despite some hindrances which included: the temperature being somewhere between freezing and frostbite, gale force winds, and a hint of snow, I managed to speak to 8 women.

 

To give you some context, my original goal was to speak to 20 women while walking around a sprawling college campus (avoiding the bars). So as not to mislead, for this exercise the term "speak" was defined as any form of conversation ranging from simply asking directions to flirty casual conversation. The intent of this exercise was to push the boundaries of my comfort zone and most importantly challenge the never ending supply of justification that seems to conveniently add a protective barrier to my lack of confidence in this area.
 
Moving on from this exercise and considering it a success, some important lessons have been learned.
1) Low temperatures, snow, and high winds will result in people doing everything possible to avoid being outside and will therefore leave little chance for conversation.
2) If you target demographic does not include a late night party animal/drinker than a college campus at midnight is the wrong place. Time to find a niche market.

Being that my Guess shoes which were purchased from Ross were obviously not specifically manufactured for walking long distances the soles of my feet was becoming a haven for hot spots waiting to erupt into painful blisters, I decided to walk back to my car which was conveniently parked about 10 long blocks away and go to a club. This club was advertised as the best house/dance club in Philly and apparently "members only," which was supposed to add to the mystique. My experience there was analogous to drinking wine; since I love grape juice and wine is made from grapes I will like it, which is similar in structure to, since I love to dance and the best dance club in Philly I will have a good time, WRONG. Lets just say, I never had a need to be intoxicated to dance and dance hard but that is apparently not the norm but the exception. Noticing that I was literally the only one who was not in possession of the status symbol we call a alcoholic beverage, I decided to leave.

That my friends, is how I spent my Saturday night.