Guys here aren´t worse then guys in the US, they´re just far more aggressive. Jessica and I went to this club the other night because she met this guy who said he could get us in for free. A lot of discos here are like $30 just to get in, which is comprable to paying like $100 in the US. I would never do that. You´re not paying to see a band or get a drink or anything, literally just to walk in the door. It´s mostly to weed out poor people, I think. There are tons of people who get on "the list" and don´t have to pay, maybe half the people there don´t pay. If you have a big group of people, for a birthday party or something, they can get on the list and get in for free. Anyway, so we got on the frickin list at this club in a really rich, touristy place that is basically a mall. The whole mall is kind of open-air and has at least two, I think three, discotecs, a movie theatre, karaoke, tons of restaurants. It overlooks the ocean, it´s really gorgeous. Nobody here even goes out until like midnight, because places stay open until like 6am. Jessica and I aren´t night people, so we went before they were even open. It was hilarious, we were so uncool. We were trying to open the doors and this guy walked by and was like ok they open in ten minutes. So we sat around waiting. They we finally went in, we were on the list, very exciting. We were so early, it took a while for people to start showing up. Everywhere to sit was reserved for big groups. We asked about this one section and they have a guard there keeping people out. We asked him about this other section and he said "I don´t know. Ask them." That was literally his job, to stand guard over this one little section all night. There were two tables not reserved so we sat there. Eventually we went upstairs to find another bar and more couches. We sat down near a group and wound up kind of crashing a birthday party.
Let me say that is was the first time I´ve ever gone "out" without a boy and without a Peruvian. Who was usually the same person, Jorge. So this is just two american girls going out and I don´t know why but every boy wants to talk to you.
So Jessica and I are just doing our thing, which is kind of me yawning and her telling me to wake up, but all the music they´re playing is so bad we can´t dance. Then this guy starts talking to us, he knows english really well. It´s his birthday and they´re buying bottles of scotch. He gives us drinks and introduces us to his friends, they´re all cool. They we go downstairs and start dancing. People here dance so sexy, but it´s just normal. Even friends dance like that. So I just try to leave as much space as possible when I dance with people. So I´m dancing with this guy, and it´s fun. And I´m not an idiot. I´m american, and he bought me drinks, he´s probably interested. But also, I am american. So that´s how I think. If this happened in the US, I wouldn´t feel like I was leading anyone on. It would just be what it is, meeting people, having fun. And then I danced with Jessica. At one point I felt like that part on Romy and Michelle´s Highschool Reunion where the dance floor opens up and they do this ridiculous routine. The floor was wall-to-wall with people but at one point opened up and we had this huge space to ourselves and were just going crazy with our bad dancing. I know people were looking at us, but I´m pretty sure they were just jealous. We hung out with that group of people most of the night. Then the birthday boy (we both forgot his name, or I never knew it . . . ) tells me he wants to call me the next day. I say sure, but just as friends I don´t want a boyfriend. He acted like I hurt his feelings so badly. We went back to the group, then he took their alchol and left. I thought they were coming back. After awhile (at this point we´re in one of the super cool "reserved" sections) there are people around again. We hang out, then someone asks us who we´re with. We can´t remember his name, then Jessica says "I think this is a different group of people." HAHA. But they´re like no! Stay and party with us! So we hang out with them and dance a little, but all the boys are way too aggressive. So we leave, but it has been a successful venture for Jessica´s last night out before she goes back to the US tomorrow. Outside, 5 cab drivers try to rip us off before we get our good price and go home. Ok, maybe boys are worse here. Or the ones who go to clubs and initiate conversation with american girls.