“My work week is filled with crazy, schedules and by the time I hit Wednesday, I find myself staring at the weekend with longing and anticipation, especially if said weekend involves a boy’s night out. Yes, that wonderful ( and rare) occasion, when the night is suffused with elements of mystery and the promise of something fun or surprising at least. There is the unmistakable twinkle in all our eyes. Unfortunately, our good news rarely bodes well for the ladies. Without a pause, they start to fret, letting their imaginations run away with them. Right there, that’s what I don’t get about women. Fine, I get it, it’s not like men in general haven’t given you reasons to worry. Those bloody Hangover films, fun as they were, didn’t help our cause either.”
But come on, ladies— why don’t you let us have our one day of male bonding over exotic spirits and maybe even a little harmless chitchat with some woman, without sending us on a guilt trip? What I’ve observed is, no matter how blemish- free your track record is, and how many reassurances you give your girlfriend or wife, when you head out to celebrate your night of independence, one or all of the following will happen...
You will receive a very cold goodbye as you head out.
“Why don’t you let us have our one day of male bonding over exotic spirits and maybe even a harmless chit- chat with some
If you dare to look concerned, it will unleash a foul temper that’s been building up from the time you told her about your plans.
You will receive some advice that goes something like this: ‘ I hope you don’t drink too much and make a fool of yourself’. Which translates ( there’s always a translation, isn’t there?) into, ‘ If you do anything silly, you’ll have hell to pay for it, so watch it assh* le!’.
On your way there, you’ll receive a loaded text message saying ‘ We girls are doing a night out, too!’ leaving you to ponder the outcome of a bunch of angry girls at a bar trying to prove a point.
All of this is because we wanted some time off with the guys. All I’d like to say is, you silly girls! Do you think we’d risk the family jewels for some five- minute interaction with some stranger at a bar? And, more importantly, would we risk everything we have with you? No chance. It’s just a bit of harmless fun that men like once in a while. And fire- breathing dragon or not, we’re coming back home to you. At least, I can speak confidently for myself.”