There are many acceptable ways to meet a girl. Grabbing her ass isn't one of them. And no, grabbing her breasts isn't the answer, either. How'd you like it if some girl just walked up to you and grabbed your crotch? Never mind.
It's good karma. Tip well enough, especially in the early rounds, and they'll take care of you for the rest of the night.
I've seen it. It's not pretty. And I don't care how much you paid for bottle service: VIP doesn't stand for Very Impressive Puke.
Before you leave your apartment, find out what kind of club you're going to. You'll know how to dress, how much you'll spend, and how to set expectations for your friends.
When you're passed out on the leather banquette, it's time to go home.
Go ahead: rock the grunge. Skip shaving. Wear your faux-designer t-shirt. Look like Shaggy from Scooby Doo. Fine. But please, do us all a favor. Shower. And go the extra mile and put on deodorant. Smelly isn't sexy.
No one wants to see two guys and a girl. Not in a porno. Not in a pizza shop. And not in the club. Give the lady some space.
But not all the time. And not when you're the only one on the dance floor.
It's disrespectful. And pointless. If your song is hot, chances are he'll play it anyway. If he already played it and you missed it, tough. There's no reason to play it again. If he wasn't going to play it in the first place, then it doesn't fit in the vibe of the party.
If you're highly coordinated and highly sober, give it a shot. But all too often, dancing with cosmo-in-hand will result in spilled drinks and sticky skin.
We're not puritans. Hey. If both the guy and the girl are into it, go for it. A little tongue never hurt anyone.
When you're dry-humping against a wall, it's time to think about a change of scenery. Like a hotel room. Or a bathroom stall: nothing says romance like a toilet.
How do you know it's over? When Sex and the City is on TBS.
It's courteous, direct, and old-school. She might even say yes.
At the time, it might seem sneaky and clever. But approaching a girl from behind, slipping your hands around her waist, and then awkwardly bumping your body against her ass is not the way into her heart. Or her pants.
You know who you are. According to Hollywood bathroom attendants, over 50% of guys don't wash their hands. Why? Is a dollar-tip just too steep a price for personal hygiene? Ladies, think about this. Half the guys who are trying to dance with you--half!--are touching your bodies with urine-stained hands. Good times.
This makes for grand entertainment for everyone else, but you're never going to get in. He's doing his job.
If you don't like the loud music, don't stay. No one likes to be screamed at. And no one likes the accompanying spit.
If he's not taking a picture of you, it's for a good reason.
You've seen the Sidewalk Pimp. He's the guy who struck out all night. He's piss-drunk. At four in the morning, he's standing on the sidewalk by the club, wobbling, and making his last desperate moves. He's literally clawing at the girls who leave the club. Don't be that guy.
If you see a guy next to the speaker with a finger in his ear, he's having a fake conversation because he can't find his friends. Or doesn't have any friends.
Even if you can't afford it, at some point give it a shot. Split five ways, it's not as pricey as you might expect. And a large bottle of Grey Goose goes a long way.
We've all been there. We're having fun. The DJ's hot. The crowd is hotter. And for one evening, we forget about the hell that is our normal life. But then we talk to the Club Snob, who says, "This place isn't awful, I suppose, but it's no_________." Talk about a buzz-kill.
It keeps us in business.
Those ten people in front of you, all vying for the bartender's attention. They're not standing there for the hell of it. Wait your turn.
We feel you. It's tough. Rita,Riya, Shriya, Michelle, Rachel, —they all blend together. But you lose monster points when you forget her name. Or worse: when you call her by the wrong name. If you're ever stuck in this situation, introduce her to one of your friends. Like this: "Hey, you should meet my friend Eric." Normally, she'll follow up with, "Hi, I'm ____"
They target their prey early on. Then they follow their victim for the rest of the night, but only from afar. The Marathon Creep's only attempt at social contact is to appear mysteriously beside the prey to make it look as though they're dancing with them.
Girls. It's not so subtle. This translates to: "So how much do you make? What kind of car do you drive? And how much can I expect you to spend on me?"