A MAN who loathes dancing with sweaty strangers in a dark room has gone to a club to meet women who would rather be anywhere else.
In his ongoing quest to meet a girl who is likewise sick of questing, Tom Booker paid £12 plus drinks for the polar opposite of his idea of fun, hoping to encounter single women disgusted with what they have become.
Booker said: “I am clubbing in spite of myself. Look! Look at me pretend it’s fun!
“It’s not just that I hate the music and despise awkwardly shuffling to a club mix of Hot To Go, I’m also here with friends I dislike while wearing clothes that don’t reflect the real me. Please, see beyond this mauve polo shirt.
“Women love it when you fake your whole personality, right? And they love to do the same, as I’ve learned from exes, so logically this place should be jumping with bookish types with framed Kandinsky posters.
“This is what dating is about: subjecting yourself to experiences you hate to hook up with someone also there in spite of themselves so you never have to buy £16 expresso martinis again. Then you have kids.”
Fellow clubber Lucy Parry said: “Tom’s in the right place. Every woman in here is acting the party girl while our eyes say ‘please, take me to a farmer’s market.’”
