By Sefra Mack

It's like a scene from a nature show, if you think about it: the hunt, pounce, and conquest. The club scene: the perfect example of the human mating ritual. Men and women, dressed in their finest, putting forth their very best, meticulously chosen, albeit totally false first impressions, in the hopes of luring in that perfect catch. There are so many similarities between this scenario and the animal kingdom, that many women are found lingering on barstools by the watering hole, sipping dirty martinis, waiting for any man ballsy enough to approach their quarry. Most have quite a wait ahead of them. This is the typical social scene for the single woman. Bleak, isn't it?

Luckily, this isn't the African savannah, and the sexual revolution has long since taken place; most would argue that women continue to wage that war, in all walks of life, on a daily basis. With all things considered, the self-sufficient woman should be more than capable and assertive enough to attract, interest, and keep a man. No doubt. However, what has this sexual revolution taught us? Do the same old standards apply, only in a new environment? Women, with love as their primary focus, men with sex as theirs. Most men would admit to being afraid of the female habit of equating sex and love, and most women would admit to possessing that habit at some point in her life. A cruel trick played by youth and nature.

That's where the fear comes from. Men are like little deer in the woods, afraid that every snapping twig is the sound of a female approaching with wedding plans in her head. Why is it such a novel concept that, sometimes, we're just looking to score? You'd think relief and sympathy would be on their minds instead of blind panic. Not all women are capable of putting their insecurities aside to go after what they want, especially in a sexual situation. So why are the ones who have learned to accept their confidence, wits, and wiles as the god-given assets they are, either deemed desperate, or slutty?

Anyone who has been to a club knows as well as I that hormones and emotions run high. The anxiety, anticipation, and desire are nearly as thick in the air as cigarette smoke and the stink of old beer. Just the place a smart woman would hope to find her Prince Charming? I somehow doubt it. In most environments, however, modern urban living has made trolling the bars for companionship almost necessary; at least at some point in everyone's adult life. Where else would one socialize? With the near-deafening music, along with your blood alcohol content chasing away some insecurity, and the wall-to-wall dance floors packed with consenting adults, the bar remains our most plentiful dating forum, when work acquaintances, and blind dates prove to be less than fruitful. Or…you get so sexually frustrated you can't stand it anymore.    more >>

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