When women go out, it seems they have a code they live by - never leave the ones you came with. You go out as a group, you go home as a group. It’s like you’re some special ops team going behind enemy lines. Is that why you all go to the bathroom together - you’re afraid if you split up, some guy’s gonna pounce on whoever’s left like a wounded gazelle? See, guys don’t have this code - there‘s no Band of Brothers crap going on here. We could be hours from home, but if a girl even looks at us - screw you, find your own ride home. “But we’re in Idaho.” Good luck with that, start walking.
And women can get mean in dance clubs. You don‘t even need us guys, you all just dance with each other. Why is it ok for girls to dance together, but if two guys want to slow dance together to a slow song - must be gay. And when you women are dancing, at some point some drunk, desperate, lonely guy - usually me - tries to casually dance his way into the middle of the group. that's when you get really mean - you close ranks, circle the wagons, heads down. Dude ends up circling the group like big game of Duck Duck Goose for the rest of the night.
