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THEE Seattle Freeze

  • Mood: Rant
  • Listening to: iTunes - entire library on random
  • Reading: Girl Genius Omnibus #1
  • Drinking: Java
Another Fridance, another night to post up in the nightclub scene... I constantly wonder why bother with this bullshit. Here's a blog post that found:
"Ok, so I've heard for some time about this mysterious force called "The Seattle Freeze". More than a few folks have mentioned this, and apparently it's perceived to be quite real. What is it? It's the notion that it's hard to meet people in this town, that Seattleites are "friendly but cold", and that compared to other large cities, people like to mind their own business and not go out of their way to make friends."

And here's a response to it that I agree to:
"I have found most people to be sincerely polite, but not as quick and easy to get to know as I have in the past in other cities. I'm also realizing that you need to have one group of friends for certain activities, and another group for other stuff. I'm used to a cohesive, single group to do everything with, so that's new for me. It feels kind of disconnected but I can see how it would work."

I, literally, have a core group of folks I have dubbed The Brew Crew. Interestingly enough, I don't do everything with them as much as I would like to. I surmise it's an age (30+), and logistics (not all the same tastes) dynamic that never really can be resolved amicably. I must say that I have not lived in any other major city (or any city really) so I can only comment on Seattle. If you've been following this journal then you'll know that I've been divorced for a year and some change... still hesitant to chatting up single women. The reasons are not I don't have game (if you even know you'll realize that's the farthest from the truth), or have a resentment toward women... THEE Seattle Freeze is a major turn-off. Why waste my time, money and energy on a populace of Seattle women that are booshie? Seriously! I can almost read a tattoo on a woman's forehead that simply reads: "BITCHASSNESS" The average conversation in a social place (bar / club / tavern / pub / coffee shop) are short in length of time, and content. So the amount invested is minimal for those that weigh the risk-reward process. It's completely frustrating to me that Seattle woman think I only chat them up to "get with them" after a few dates; please! Don't flatter yourself so much. Christ would it kill ya to smile, shake my hand / greet me, engage in a brief albeit fleeting convo then we bounce our separate directions? In clubs... it's loud music, dark as a cave, etc. Please understand this when I introduce myself and wanna ask to dance. I honestly only want to dance despite what the other playas set as the stereotype. Mostly the option is to dance by myself then perhaps entice a lady to join me. I refuse to run up on a girlie, to "grind on her" and then find another to repeat. Eventually the dance floor becomes a sausagefest unless I brought a lady friend to be my dance partna.

So... most nights I post up with a drink, "people watch" and chat with my homies. No dancing which is what I'd rather be doing. *sigh* :( FUCKING SEATTLE FREEZE!! Oh, and don't get me started about the Asian Persuasion that has taken over my beloved Trinity Night Club!!

Peace out, cub scouts,
'los

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