Firstly, let me just say that there is nothing like student clubbing. It is better than normal clubbing in so many ways. However, the normal principles still apply: the boys want to get with the girls, and vice versa, despite what the girls might say. Similarly, the same principle of life also applies in that the girls make the choice, and it is for them to approve a guy, not the other way round. As guys, this presents us with a difficult scenario in which we must somewhat resort to our primal animalistic instincts in wooing the girl. This is because, for the most part, conversation is impossible amid the heavy bass.
This results in a common phenomenon that pisses off the average bloke. I’m talking of course, about the infamous 6 foot and over hench bastard who wears a vest when everyone else is dressed up but still manages to steal everyone’s girl just by putting on a smile an waving his chest around. So in many ways, Darwin was wrong: we haven’t evolved. This brings me on to the title “Crash and burn.” Girls may seem nice in the afternoon, and even at pre-drinks, but the moment you walk into that club, it’s looking for a potential mate, not the last 4 hours of chirpse, that wins them over.
Watching your previously chirped up girl getting with another guy is a sting, but then when you try it with others and nothings happening, the night quickly changes for the worse, producing a spiralling “crash and burn” event in which no girl shows much interest, to the point where it feels like you have “little cunt” written on your head.
This can result in a number of outcomes, but there are two main ones. First, you could just say “fuck this” and go home. More likely however, is the second one, where drinking even more seems like a solution. Well, it’s not. But as hard as it is to call off the night as a dudd, it’s even harder to succeed when more inebriated than the previous few hours.
Result: no cash, no gash, horrendous hangover and a probable chunder.
