Don't be nice in a bar

Life lessons can be learned anywhere..I guess. Even around midnight in a bar...

My friend , darling Miss K., celebrated her birthday in a very big, college-like way: going out to a bar with lots of friends. My first official night out in NYC..must say, it is not that much different from Amsterdam or Chico for that matter.. The night starts with girls dancing with each other; drink in hand, some MTV-like moves..The men (boys, adolescents, members of the other sex) stand and watch, drink in hand...As the night continues and more and more alcohol is consumed the guys join. By this time they are intoxicated enough to not really feel (or at least remember..) rejection..and the girls..eh..have killed so many brain cells that they can't really be hold responsible for the "dances" they do...
So..oh yes..my lesson..I learned it the "hard way"..One of Miss K.'s friends was here in NY for the first time..and at some point he seemed a little lost..standing alone..So I started talking to him for a bit, see if he liked the city and enjoyed his time here...Result: My dear friend Miss E. had to 'save' me on the dance floor - which she did like pro!; we left 1/2 an hour earlier (okay, we were home around 2AM, so that was not such a bad thing after all) and I have a facebook friend request with which I do not know what to do...

I guess on the list "Important Life Lessons" this one should come fairly high..right after "Floss daily" or something..