Black Tie Affair and the Single Girl

"Every spring, A handful of college newspapers can be counted on to carry stories about sorority formals being shut down early by those who manage art museums, plush hotels, or other venues where formals are held because a few girls passed out or vomited in public." Unhooked

One of my guy friends invited me to attend the Fall Fete at the Cochran Gallery of Art--a reason to wear a formal dress, and the promise of fun single guys to hang out with. What more did I need. My mom keeps telling me that I need to find other places besides a bar to meet guys. 

The event was being thrown by the 1896 Society which is the Cochran's young professionals—ages 25 to 42.  They offer members a chance to enjoy diverse social, intellectual, and networking opportunities and events with like-minded art lovers. More importantly they throw parties a chance to mix and mingle with D.C. up and comers. Perfect.

Upon arrival I noticed two things. One, the bar was to the right. Two, there were a lot of women. It appears I was not the only girl who thought this might be a good place to meet guys.

The night started off slow. I mostly spoke to the friends I arrived with. I was with three attractive guys, who were all on the prowl.  The numbers were in their favor I would say it was about 80% women. As the night went on and the booze was flowing. The guys were on the prowl, but I am not sure they realized they were prey. Girls would find ways to approach, take them for drinks and if they were unlucky in their pursuit the guys would return to us, their friends. One girl even said, "You’re the sexiest guy here." The guys agreed the night could be described as shooting fish in a barrel.

While, the guys clearly had the advantage I did meet a few men (who I didn’t come with). One was a Moroccan guy who attempted to pick up both my roommate and myself.  The other an Italian guy who claimed to have flown in that night just for the event he promised to take me out to brunch the next day. We exchanged numbers. Needless to say he didn’t call. I was not upset.
While the night wasn’t as out of control as some sorority formals can be, it did have similarities. Especially, at the end of the night, all were making that last attempt of finding someone to go home with.
 
My guys friends were successfully caught, my roommate and I went home together.