Short? Stop. Not a baseball term
Out with my girls, it is Friday night of Halloween weekend and we just had a fantastic dinner at Analu. I mean WOW! It is reasonable, good food and atmosphere. ( I can’t wait to come back. ) Afterwards, we went out for drinks. The first place, Skylark, was lame and really ghetto. We continued searching the Mission for a chill place to grab a drink.
We wandered into the Elbo Room which was kinda hopping, at first glance. There are people, it is even kinda crowded and with a good atmosphere. A group on the floor of people mingling and dancing. Cool. Or so we thought….
Besides the fact, that the majority of the group was NOT single, we walked into the short man bar. Every guy in this place was 5’5 or less! EEK! I am 5’6 and most of my girls are about my height. Sorry to hate …but you need a lot of charm or a girl who likes same height or shorter, a rarity.
This poor gent in the picture above is 5’4 and unknowingly trying to pick up two girls who are happily taken. He is also standing, while we are sitting! It is so sad. Getting tired of the line of guys trying to strike up a conversation or make a connection, we started to pack up. As the group gets up to walk to our next stop; we are all taller than him and not by a little. I kept wishing for my girl Ms. V who at 6′ would have dwarfed the room.
Though on that note, I really do commend the guys for trying. It takes guts. Not something everyone can do and seriously hard to execute. I wish there was an easy way to tell if people were taken or available. Really I mean one or two of the SIX of us were single… how could they have known who is who?
Yet that would not have helped the height problem… which is a common issue in SF.
Next we hit up Luna Park which was perfect! It was quiet and chill but lovely atmosphere. A nice booth for us to sit and talk. Plus no one trying to hit on us, everyone just enjoying their night. We did not end up going out dancing at Manor or 1015… but it was a great night with my girls.