Table for one?

I was having a gossiping session with a good friend of mine, Kiki, at the beginning of this week and it was during this marathon session of gabbing that she bought up to the table the idea of the both of us hitting the town on our own.

She had told me that one of her girlfriends frequently headed out on her own without friends, reading materials or a plan. She just made herself look fabulous puts on her heels and heads out. This fascinated me. I have never headed out on a night out alone. The whole idea of it frightened me. How would I cope without my friends as a crutch?

We discussed this for about an hour before agreeing that we were both going to go out on our own. She lives in the USA, well Atlanta to be exact and I am residing on London (for the moment any who). So the plan was that on Thursday (just gone) we where to beatify ourselves and head out on our own.

To prepare I had a lovely hot bath accompanied by some music and a glass of wine. Then I selected my outfit. Put my make up on and then danced around my apartment to get me in the mood. Once I creamed my body and put on my dress, I put on a dab of my Coco Chanel on my wrist and neck, grabbed my Chanel handbag and headed out.

To say I was nervous is an understatement. I was literally jittery all the way to the tube station. My plan was to head into the city- the land of bankers/lawyer types- and see what happens.
It was a lovely warm evening so I headed to this cute bar in Liverpool Street that has a balcony overlooking the city. I bought myself a mojito, found a seat and sat down. I pretended that I was enjoying the view when I was actually scoping the bar to see what men where drinking there.
After sitting there an hour all I had managed to conjure up where curious glances from the guys and suspicious looks from the females. Deciding to look busy I fiddled with my phone and pretended that I was a super busy person who had been stood up.

As another hour crept by I decided that I am going to head to the west end and that was when the fun started. I went to the Hilton Hotel top floor bar, which has views of glittery London- amazing. It was there I was chatted up by an Arab guy who was staying at the hotel. Grateful for company I enjoyed a couple of glasses of Champagne with him before deciding that it was time for me to move on.

En route to Mahiki I text the door girl to ensure she had me on the guest list. My arrival saw my black cab stop right in front of the venue and as the taxi door was open for me. As I exited, the red velvet rope was opened for me, I air kissed the door girl and entered the venue.
Once settled at the bar I ordered a Long Island ice tea and took it all in. I noticed that the guys in the place where rather young- maximum age 26- but very willing to try and talk to you. I enjoyed their attention and before I knew it, I was downstairs on the dance floor dancing to Black Eyed Peas party song I Got feelin’.

It was 2am when I decided to leave the fun. It was as I stumbled back home feeling slightly tipsy and buzzy that I learnt that going out on your own can be both fun and frightening at the same time. I also learnt that older men have nothing on the young or foreign men who seem to have more balls and the manners to talk a lone lady. Shame on you big boys, with all your “experience” you should know better!

LSGS