One of my girl friends and I have been getting sick of the late night bar scene, so the two of us decided to venture out on our own and check out the happy hour crowd after work for a change. She works in one of the big corporate towers, and her boss has been telling her how if she really wants to meet a quality guy, all the young professional guys are out in the surrounding bars and restaurants at XX time after work.
She really does work in a prime location and the bars/restaurants around are incredible and really upscale...so these are definitely good spots for a man hunt. ;)
Night one we targeted a weekend night, a little after happy hour. We went to a swanky hotel bar, and oh my, it was packed with gorgeous guys. One so-so pair of guys came up to us (one which we had commented on earlier - the taller guy looked famous, but we weren't sure who he was) but they ended up being lame (and not actually famous, after a quick Google consult). We spotted one guy we really wanted to talk to, but he decided not to approach...until he happened to be out in the hotel lobby as we were leaving. And we spotted a wedding ring! Boo! He was even more gorgeous up close, yet right in the more mature age bracket we were hoping to target. Getting closer!
Night two was planned for the prime happy hour timeframe suggested by my friend's boss. Swanky hotel bar was dead, except for older guys. We managed to win a free drink each anyway then quickly headed over to a nice steakhouse next door. Score! - we walked in to a cluster of young professional guys in suits hovering next to the bar. Sadly they continued "networking" for a couple minutes then were seated soon after, leaving us sitting alone at the bar. We bought ourselves a round of fancy drinks and appetizers and an older guy (with a cuter, younger friend - with a wedding ring) chatted us up for a minute. We didn't have any luck there, but that was okay. We were practicing and getting our new routine down!
Guess this night really goes to show that Arms is on the back burner.
My friend kept seeing a bunch of hotties walk into yet another swanky restaurant - the one that Foodie had taken me to on our first date, for one of my best (and most $$$!!) meals ever. We went there next, but to our dismay all the hotties were packed into tables in the back, and there was only room for us at the bar. We got our buzz on for one more drink then called it a night. It was a lot of fun and brought us closer as friends, and the evening gave us a bunch of time to brainstorm for our next couple of nights on the prowl! Young, successful men, here we come!