I just spent at least half an hour straight listening to this drunk old douche of a guy lecture my friends and me on the utter stupidity and pointlessness of wearing suits out to pick up on girls.

Now, let me be clear here, I agree. NOBODY wears a suit out to pick up girls. Unless you're looking for a prostitute who accepts lavish gifts in the form of clothes and jewelry as payment.

The guy had a point. The suit isn't me. I'm out of my natural element. Girls respond to a guy who's confident with who he is, not a mask (or a suit) he's trying to be.

So I explained, futilely. Which probably was my dumb move of the night, trying to explain ANYTHING to an adult, let alone a drunk one. I didn't put on my suit for girls. I put on my suit to have a good time with my friends. We had dinner at Buffalo Wild Wings, and then went over to Coyote's to have a drink and enjoy the scenery (mainly being the waitresses, considering there were all OLD people there that night).

But no, he calls bullshit. The only reason guys go out has to be to meet girls and hit on them. Listening to this guy's self-righteous bullshit made me realize something very important:

I may not be good at being single; in fact, I plain fucking suck at being single, suit or not. I'm no good at meeting girls, making them laugh, keeping them interested; I don't know and can't follow all the stupid dating rules, what to say, what to do, when to say things, when to do things, where, how, why, blah blah bullshit etc. I have no "game". I don't look attractive. My personality takes a bit of time to get used to and to become likable, which is entirely shit when it comes to making first impressions on girls.

BUT, I've realized that the most I've enjoyed my life, the most carefree and worryfree I've ever been, the closest I've been to my serenity, is when I'm hanging out with my friends and we're only focused on having a good time. And by that, I mean we actually have activities to do besides FIND A GIRL and DANCE WITH/HIT ON HER.

Eskrima with Brice. Shooting with Reuben. Disneyland with Rob. Halo with Kent. Shopping with Thu. Suiting up with Andy. Bdubs with Liz. Dancing with Romil and Daniel. Late night conversations with Tina. Homecooked meals with Jenn and Noel. Music with Dad. Skating with Justin.

And during any of these things, if a girl happens to come into view and into my life, then awesome. But that shouldn't ever be the point. Not when I have these memories.

I told them that I suited up once a week so I could go out and enjoy my night with my friends. I worry about girls every other fucking day, let me have my one night out.

People think the suit is the mask I put on. I realized that when I'm in my suit, I'm in my element. That is me being myself, having fun with friends, and not worrying about girls.

It's all of those "other" days that I have my mask on. When I'm out in my normal clothes and checking out girls and trying to figure out how to talk to one and what to say and what not to say and all that bullshit.

So fuck all those other days. Every day should be a SUIT UP day. Not literally, but figuratively. I'm going to spend every day NOT worrying about meeting someone and what to say when I do. I'll be having fun with my friends. And someday, the right one will come along and talking to her won't be a worry because she'll be one of those friends I have fun with.

So I ended up totally ditching the drunk guy along with a couple of my other friends. The last couple friends finally got away from him. It wasn't a total waste though. This dude bought all of us tequila shots. That was awesome. And hey, none of this would've happened if we didn't SUIT UP tonight.

"It's not who I am underneath, but what I do that defines me."