Another Saturday Night
- Thursday, May 26 2005 @ 10:29 am
- Contributed by: Anonymous
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There are few things worse to a single person than being all alone, dateless, and stuck in on a Saturday night.
After all, since time immemorial, Saturday night has always been the main one for going out and having fun, hasn't it. Gangs of friends all go out on the town together, as do all those courting couples, whose blissful togetherness never fails to make you green and sick with envy.
And while everybody else is having all this fun, painting the town red, getting merrily inebriated, and snogging outside nightclubs, you are pitiably all on your own, with nobody in the world to share such weekend indulgences with. You feel so miserable, so isolated, and so unloved, that it seems as if you are the only person in the world who hasn't got anybody. Of course, in reality, that's just not true, for the lonely hearts columns and internet dating agencies are just packed with thousands of similarly lonely people, all searching for companionship.
Even so, as you continue to brood in utter misery and isolation, in your cold and empty room, you just cannot shake off the nagging feeling that you have been cruelly singled out by some grossly unfair quirk of fate to be single - and, perhaps, single all your life.
Not a very comforting prospect, is it?
So what can you do about it? What would be the ideal solution to your depressing problem of being all alone on a Saturday night?
As you sit there in your armchair, munching slowly and meditatively from the box of chocolates resting on your knee, watching Who Wants To Be A Millionaire (oh for money and the good life!), your mind starts to run through possible answers that could enrich your barren social life beyond your wildest dreams.
What about trying the lonely hearts columns again? Hmmmm, don't know whether it's worthwhile really. Because when you think back to all those occasions when you did venture to select and contact suitable advertisers, you cringe inwardly as you recall all the resulting disappointments you met with. The worst were the ones who didn't even bother to reply when you left a message on their voice mail box number. Sheer ignorance or what! It only goes to show how some of these so-called "lonely hearts" advertisers can turn out to be . . . well, so heartless.
Then how about scouring the local paper's entertainment section for any single clubs in your area for, say, 18-30's? Nope, not trying that again, you decide, scowling unfavourably at the thought. You remember the last time you went along to one of these "singles nights". Far from being a paradise full of attractive, unattached people, it turned out to be a hell-hole of drunken yobs and foul-mouthed slappers, an unsavoury ambience that was only exacerbated by the deafeningly loud music. Even if the clientele had have been approachable, there was no way you could have struck up an audible conversation anyway with that racket.
Then what about trying the internet dating sites? But again you hesitate, then drop the idea as yet more bitter memories of dating- search frustration flood your mind. God knows how many of these online dating sites you've tried before. For some reason, you seem to be the only person who never seems to have much luck with them. And you can never forget the time when you were taken in by the photo of what you thought was your ideal partner - only to find, when you actually met that person, that they looked nothing like their photo, but more like something that had just been thrown out of Tussaud's Chamber of Horrors for being too ugly! God, what a shock that had been!
As your lonely Saturday night hours tick by, so your brain discards option after option regarding how to solve your loveless loneliness. It's looking bleak again, isn't it? Just what on earth can you do to meet your perfect partner? How can you break free from this endless prison of Saturday night loneliess, boredom and misery?
As Chris Tarrant ends his Millionaire show, and as all the adverts come on, you glance at the clock on the wall: 9.00 p.m. The pubs should be filling up by now, full of revellers living Saturday night to the full. God how you envy them! They have company. You don't. Life is a *censored*. Life stinks.
Life is passing you by.
In another couple of hours, you will be sliding into your carpet slippers to shuffle into the kitchen to make yourself a hot drink. You feel old before your time, which in truth is quite a ridiculous attitude to harbour, as you are still only 35. But that's what being single and lonely does to you. You feel as if nobody wants to know you. You feel so rejected and unwanted, just like a very old person might feel.
You sigh wearily, dejectedly, as you reach for the remote control. Flicking through the channels, your despondency at being single is only irritated by the endless stream of programs depicting happy couples in love, snogging away fervently and ostentatiously. You curse with burning jealously. In Heaven's name, why oh why do are these TV producers so couples orientated these days? What about doing some shows for single people for a change?
Becoming utterly sick to death of these over-passionate love scenes, you decide to switch off the TV set and go and make your nightcap. To alleviate the silence of the house, you switch on the radio, then slump down at the kitchen table, waiting for your milk to boil.
As the night time DJ waffles on between records, you just hope he doesn't decide to play any records whose theme might centre on lonely people on a Saturday night, with nobody to talk to. Such melodies only rub salt into a lonely person's wounds, until you feel like screaming at the DJ to turn that (BLEEP)-ing thing off!
Well, blessedly, he doesn't play any such record, and for the next ten minutes or so, you sit at the kitchen table, supping your steaming Horlicks and trying to think of new avenues to explore with a view to ending your Saturday night loneliness forever.
Oh no, the DJ doesn't play any unsuitable songs . . . but, just after the news, he does start a segment in his show which, as far as you are concerned, is the last straw: he starts reading out all those lovey-dovey, slushy, utterly irritating dedications. Messages like "To Sexy Bum, from your loving Hunk."
That's it!
Slamming your empty mug down on the table angrily, you jump up from your seat and dash to the sideboard to switch off the radio. That's enough of all that stomach-churning sweet talk, thank you very much!
Time for bed, you think. Get your head down. Make Saturday night go over quicker by having an early night.
Being single is a bummer.
Being single on a Saturday night - when everybody else is out enjoying themselves - is a double bummer.
As you switch off the light and snuggle down under the bedclothes, you find that before too long, you start drifting off to sleep. A deep, peaceful, contented sleep.
And suddenly, it's Saturday night again!
God, how it comes around so quickly!
Only this time, you are not alone. You are with the partner of your dreams. At long last! And you are on the town, pubbing and clubbing, and living Saturday night to the full, as it should be lived. You couldn't be more happier.
Thank God for dreams!
After all, since time immemorial, Saturday night has always been the main one for going out and having fun, hasn't it. Gangs of friends all go out on the town together, as do all those courting couples, whose blissful togetherness never fails to make you green and sick with envy.
And while everybody else is having all this fun, painting the town red, getting merrily inebriated, and snogging outside nightclubs, you are pitiably all on your own, with nobody in the world to share such weekend indulgences with. You feel so miserable, so isolated, and so unloved, that it seems as if you are the only person in the world who hasn't got anybody. Of course, in reality, that's just not true, for the lonely hearts columns and internet dating agencies are just packed with thousands of similarly lonely people, all searching for companionship.
Even so, as you continue to brood in utter misery and isolation, in your cold and empty room, you just cannot shake off the nagging feeling that you have been cruelly singled out by some grossly unfair quirk of fate to be single - and, perhaps, single all your life.
Not a very comforting prospect, is it?
So what can you do about it? What would be the ideal solution to your depressing problem of being all alone on a Saturday night?
As you sit there in your armchair, munching slowly and meditatively from the box of chocolates resting on your knee, watching Who Wants To Be A Millionaire (oh for money and the good life!), your mind starts to run through possible answers that could enrich your barren social life beyond your wildest dreams.
What about trying the lonely hearts columns again? Hmmmm, don't know whether it's worthwhile really. Because when you think back to all those occasions when you did venture to select and contact suitable advertisers, you cringe inwardly as you recall all the resulting disappointments you met with. The worst were the ones who didn't even bother to reply when you left a message on their voice mail box number. Sheer ignorance or what! It only goes to show how some of these so-called "lonely hearts" advertisers can turn out to be . . . well, so heartless.
Then how about scouring the local paper's entertainment section for any single clubs in your area for, say, 18-30's? Nope, not trying that again, you decide, scowling unfavourably at the thought. You remember the last time you went along to one of these "singles nights". Far from being a paradise full of attractive, unattached people, it turned out to be a hell-hole of drunken yobs and foul-mouthed slappers, an unsavoury ambience that was only exacerbated by the deafeningly loud music. Even if the clientele had have been approachable, there was no way you could have struck up an audible conversation anyway with that racket.
Then what about trying the internet dating sites? But again you hesitate, then drop the idea as yet more bitter memories of dating- search frustration flood your mind. God knows how many of these online dating sites you've tried before. For some reason, you seem to be the only person who never seems to have much luck with them. And you can never forget the time when you were taken in by the photo of what you thought was your ideal partner - only to find, when you actually met that person, that they looked nothing like their photo, but more like something that had just been thrown out of Tussaud's Chamber of Horrors for being too ugly! God, what a shock that had been!
As your lonely Saturday night hours tick by, so your brain discards option after option regarding how to solve your loveless loneliness. It's looking bleak again, isn't it? Just what on earth can you do to meet your perfect partner? How can you break free from this endless prison of Saturday night loneliess, boredom and misery?
As Chris Tarrant ends his Millionaire show, and as all the adverts come on, you glance at the clock on the wall: 9.00 p.m. The pubs should be filling up by now, full of revellers living Saturday night to the full. God how you envy them! They have company. You don't. Life is a *censored*. Life stinks.
Life is passing you by.
In another couple of hours, you will be sliding into your carpet slippers to shuffle into the kitchen to make yourself a hot drink. You feel old before your time, which in truth is quite a ridiculous attitude to harbour, as you are still only 35. But that's what being single and lonely does to you. You feel as if nobody wants to know you. You feel so rejected and unwanted, just like a very old person might feel.
You sigh wearily, dejectedly, as you reach for the remote control. Flicking through the channels, your despondency at being single is only irritated by the endless stream of programs depicting happy couples in love, snogging away fervently and ostentatiously. You curse with burning jealously. In Heaven's name, why oh why do are these TV producers so couples orientated these days? What about doing some shows for single people for a change?
Becoming utterly sick to death of these over-passionate love scenes, you decide to switch off the TV set and go and make your nightcap. To alleviate the silence of the house, you switch on the radio, then slump down at the kitchen table, waiting for your milk to boil.
As the night time DJ waffles on between records, you just hope he doesn't decide to play any records whose theme might centre on lonely people on a Saturday night, with nobody to talk to. Such melodies only rub salt into a lonely person's wounds, until you feel like screaming at the DJ to turn that (BLEEP)-ing thing off!
Well, blessedly, he doesn't play any such record, and for the next ten minutes or so, you sit at the kitchen table, supping your steaming Horlicks and trying to think of new avenues to explore with a view to ending your Saturday night loneliness forever.
Oh no, the DJ doesn't play any unsuitable songs . . . but, just after the news, he does start a segment in his show which, as far as you are concerned, is the last straw: he starts reading out all those lovey-dovey, slushy, utterly irritating dedications. Messages like "To Sexy Bum, from your loving Hunk."
That's it!
Slamming your empty mug down on the table angrily, you jump up from your seat and dash to the sideboard to switch off the radio. That's enough of all that stomach-churning sweet talk, thank you very much!
Time for bed, you think. Get your head down. Make Saturday night go over quicker by having an early night.
Being single is a bummer.
Being single on a Saturday night - when everybody else is out enjoying themselves - is a double bummer.
As you switch off the light and snuggle down under the bedclothes, you find that before too long, you start drifting off to sleep. A deep, peaceful, contented sleep.
And suddenly, it's Saturday night again!
God, how it comes around so quickly!
Only this time, you are not alone. You are with the partner of your dreams. At long last! And you are on the town, pubbing and clubbing, and living Saturday night to the full, as it should be lived. You couldn't be more happier.
Thank God for dreams!
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