My rant to no one

So today, me and two recently-singled friends of mine decided to do something different. This weekend, I've been given the privilege of reviewing the most expensive car I've ever had the pleasure of driving. It's an Audi A6 Quattro 3.0.

We figured 3 guys, all single with a nice expensive car... we'd go to Zouk, valet-park in front and go inside to see whether we had what it took to chat up a total stranger (female). None of us had tried it before, so there was no wisdom going into it. More importantly, there wasn't any pressure either.

Valet was fun, with the valet-dudes being extra polite to us 'rich spoilt brats'. We got inside, liquoured up a bit, and started checking out the scene. It being Velvet, there wasn't a shortage of good-lookin women, and some of them were conveniently in girls-night-out mode, dancing right in front of us. But we couldn't do it. We couldn't just walk 2 metres, and say hi, despite a few of them giving us coy glances.

Still, it was a good experience. I think at the end of the day, we found out that we just aren't wired that way. Maybe it's a product of our unhappening childhood, maybe it's just that each of us was checking for messages the entire night from the respective real women in our lives.

I've decided that I'm just not the guy who can go up to a girl, start a conversation, and feel totally at home with it. I just feel fake. And I end up just missing GoMD more.

Yet at the end of it, the three of us had figured out a life-experience together, and come out realising that we're the same chickenshits. In a weird way, it sort of felt good, knowing that we were one and the same. We had a good laugh about it, collected our car from the valet and proceeded for some indo-mee goreng.

I think it'll be a while before we do this again.