Becoming uncool

Last week, I received this phone call from my "big crush of the year". Met Mr. J earlier this year and he was my first crush in years. Everything about him was fabulous and he fitted my criteria of my ideal man - well-mannered, taller than me, nice personality, sexy smile, perfect teeth. I liked what I saw in him and decided to take matters into my hands. I started asking him out for lunch- to keep things short and sweet. Everytime, we meet for lunch, I found myself growing more and more attracted to him. He made me feel cuddly and there was this spark between us. I lusted for him for months but the guy didn't do a single thing. No phone calls, no SMS, no emails. Nothing. Nada.

Nevertheless, I got frustrated and red flags started appearing. I'd pick up magazines randomly and phrases jump up to me, like "You can't force things if a man doesn't call or isn't interested, there's very little you can do - you have to move on" and "Honey, if the man doesn't call, he ain't interested in you." Okay, I got the message loud and clear and willed myself to not call J out for lunch anymore.

Then, last week, Mr. J called. It went like this:
Me: Hello..
J: Hey....(in a drawl)
Me: Who's this???? ( for a sec, i didn't recognise his no. and wasn't sure of the male voice)
J: J..
Me: Oh, hello.. what's up?..
J: What are you doing tonite?
Me: Relaxing, reading and watching tv.. the usual...
J: Want to come out?
Me: Where to?
J: Dunno yet. Might go meet some friends at Velvet Underground or Passion..
Me- (panic setting in as I'm the antithesis of a partying woman) Sorry, I've got classes t'row.
J: Oh... ok.. maybe we'd do lunch next week..
Me: Yes, that'd be nice...

I hung up and was mildly irritated as he knows clearly well that I don't do clubbing. I told him before -"It's bad for my ears, my hair stinks of cig smoke, everything is so contrived, everyone is faking that they're having fun, I need my 9 hours of sleep, I feel ridiculous clubbing, etc. blah, blah, blah."

Maybe 5 years ago, I would have relented. But now I know for sure,
I absolutely hate clubbing. It's a pointless and time-wasting activity. Some die-hard clubbing fanatics told me they are energised by the constant activity and music at a nightclub. But how do you socialise and meet people when the music is blaringly loud?

Sometimes, I feel J views me as "uncool" because all I want to do during the weekend is stay home, relax, do nothing but read and watch tv. But I get my precious 9 hours of sleep and while everyone is busy getting ready clubbing on Friday nights, I'm busy baking cookies and cakes.