When A Wild Girl Says She ‘Wants To Go To the Pier,’ Do Not Follow Her To The Pier
A funny thing happened to a visiting friend recently. And it’s a lesson to be learned about being single in the South Bay Los Angeles Beach Cities of Hermosa Beach and Manhattan Beach.
He’s been in the area plenty of times previously – and will eagerly come again and again – but got caught in the whirlwind of a common South Bay singles scenario. And that is when you meet a good-looking but crazy-acting girl in one party place and then follow her to the “Black Hole” of nightlife, the Hermosa Beach Pier, expect to leave dazed, confused and alone.
Poorer, too, but hopefully wiser, as a result.
When you encounter one of these girls – usually someone who displays signs of restlessness, checking her phone every 10 seconds, acting as if she wants to be somewhere else, in short ADHD – and she suddenly says, “I want to go to the Pier,” DO NOT follow her to the Pier.
This is because she will go nuts, will run in and out of the bars dancing, draining your wallet dry of drinks, then disappear as if she vanished into thin air. You’ll be left at the bar with two drinks and a stunned look on your face wondering what exactly just happened. It’s especially a huge warning sign if she wants to go to Sharkeez, the local watering hole of wildness.
Because of all the bars and the nightlife action, it’s impossible to keep up with these girls; it’s like replacement referees trying to keep up with NFL players. Pros vs. Joes.
I know this because I’ve experienced it enough times in the past. You try and keep up with her, but it’s impossible because she can’t stay in one spot for more than 30 seconds at a time. She wants a drink, then 10 seconds later wants to dance. She goes talks to other guys, other guys come up to her putting you in an awkward defensive position, then suddenly she’s dancing next to the DJ in the booth. Moments later she’s on the other side of the bar or gone to another bar entirely.
At the same time, she gives you just enough attention to keep you interested – remember, I mentioned she’s hot – then runs off and disappears yet again. I’ve even lost girls completely, seen them one minute and then couldn’t find them the next, causing me to circle the bar like a shark but seeing no sign of them anywhere. And these bars are not that big; I’m left thinking the girl vanished so fast that maybe she didn’t even exist in the first place, that she was some kind of mirage, perhaps even a hologram.
By this time, you’re you’re fed up but then again, because you’ve already invested a considerable amount of time (and money) trying to chase her down, you wind up staying out until the bars close. You are hoping there’s a sliver of a chance she might somehow miraculously come to her senses and ravage you with an evening of passionate thanks for displaying such patience with her.
That’s just wishful thinking, of course.
You go look for her but there’s no sign of her. Oh, you may catch a glimpse of her around the corner, but by the time you get over there, she’s vanished yet again. And now it’s 2:30 or even 3 in the morning and you begin to question your judgement and feel as if you’ve wasted your night. Which is pretty much the case.
My friend found this out first hand. He was with a group of us at the Redondo Beach Lobsterfest on a sunny Sunday afternoon. He had just the right amount of beer and hormones hit at the same time, and right at that precise moment up walked not one but two wild childs (I knew one but generally keep my distance because she’s like a volcano ready to explode with drama at any moment).
He latched onto one the one I knew, figuring it was an easy score, but he didn’t know that girl lives in crazyland. It was a matter of time before something in her snapped and when it did – and after a few moments of drama– he turned to the other (and much hotter) wild child who said, “let’s go to the Pier!”
He then experienced all those emotional ups and downs of fun and frustration as a result.
“We were dancing, talking and then the bars had closed and she was gone,” he explained the next day. “Then I found her standing on Hermosa Ave. I went up her, offered her a ride home, she said yes, then I turned around for a second and she was gone. There wasn’t a trace of her anywhere.
“I spend half an hour walking up and down the streets, the Pier, to the Strand, everywhere, but I couldn’t find her anywhere. She had completely disappeared.”
I had to laugh, but only because I had been there before myself. Welcome, my friend, to the South Bay Single Men’s Scenario Club.