If you know me or have read some of my previous stories, one of my hobbies when I go out is to people-watch. I’m sure everybody does it too some extent but most people are oblivious to it. And that’s OK: they’re out to have fun so why waste time watching other people do the same? On top of that, you’re drinking so who cares?

Anyway, sometimes I choose to go out to be entertained, by other people’s foolishness. I may sound like I’m a pompous, spoiled, monarch from an old 17th century European kingdom but let’s not fool ourselves. If you see a girl fall flat on her ass because she can’t walk in heels to save her life, you’d chuckle a bit. If you witness a dude get a drink thrown at his face at the bar because he said and/or did something totally inappropriate to a girl he was trying to holla at, that would be a story to tell. So here’s a story I have to tell.

I love to hang at the W for the following reasons:

1. The staff is very friendly.
2. DJs who spin there play really good stuff and I’m always down to support them.
3. It’s a great place to be around a more mature crowd.

Usually the age range at the W is anywhere between late 20-something to late 30-something but for some reason that the average age, that Friday night, was in the 40’s. Maybe there was a show at ACL Live geared towards an older generation. Maybe AARP was having an early registration event to attract new members. I don’t know. But as I sat down in the living room, I couldn’t help but notice a group of 3 older men sitting across from me. They were easily in their 50’s. How did I know? The greyish hair. The Nosferatu hands. The wrinkles. One had a quite a double chin too. All that was fine. Older men have every right to be out and have a good time.

However, what struck me the most was not their age but the look and whole attitude they had. They were all wearing designer jeans. One had holes in them like he just came from The Buckle. One had a shirt had that flowery design that douche-bags wear. I couldn’t see the back of it but I wouldn’t be surprised if it had a skull on it. The dude on the right had a shirt that was one or two sizes too small for him. Plus he was sitting, hunched over which did not compliment his physique at all. The rolls of his already visible gut were stretching the shirt down the middle like they were gasping for air. And to top it all, a couple of them had gel in their hair.

Also, you’d think they’d have some female company. After all, it’s not unusual to see older men with younger women at the W. But no, they were just sitting there, sipping on their drink, scoping the crowded room quietly. Every once in a while, one would make a snarky remark to the others that’d make them chuckle a bit. I didn’t notice any wedding ring so my guess was they were on the prowl. Maybe they were out to test themselves, see if they still had it. They surely didn’t miss any younger woman that walked by the couch. They were definitely trying to be hip and cool but in the end, and they came across creepier than anything else; and this is coming from a man so I can only imagine how a woman would feel. A grown ass man should not try to act like he’s 20 years younger; he’s only coming across as a creepy. Just act your age. It’s not just a number, there’s an attitude that goes along with it. You can be in your 50’s still look classy but spare us the douchey outfit.

That is all.

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