Meeting potential partners......

the perennial lounge lizzard... Let's face it, inspite of the occasional silly denial, usually, oddly, from the ladies, most of us really are looking for companionship. Everything from a hot one night's stand, to genuine enduring committed love. Witness the phenomenal growth of online dating sources, of which our dear CS is top drawer, for those in the know. But not so long ago, we all had to depend upon alternatives, from some reasonable enough, to others more dubious in nature. The super market, organized activity groups, cruising strategically in a fancy car-boat-airplane, threads, dances, music venues, match maker services, pastors/rabbis, even aunt Mildred's neurotic single friends...quite a wide range. But how about that bar scene, and it's culture? In an earnest search for committed love, how nifty. Often toxically smoke filled, and loud talk-music, all acting synergistically to dampen any chance of meaningful chatting. Add demon alcohol, neurologically deadening hearing, and impairing judgment,---and there, voila, what could possibly ever go wrong? I've often thought, being vertically severely challenged, that I was at a distinct competetive disadvantage in such places. But perhaps it was a blessing in disguise when I stopped going, years, decades, ago. But as with every meeting venue, the bars apparently do work for some, depending on their goals, and on lots of luck. Interestingly, while one might expect great cultural differences in how bars function and are set up in different parts of the world, in my travels, the similarities here are striking. Human behavior, we are more alike than different, no?