As a midlife bachelor, it is your duty to entertain these party girl women. Here are the I’ve personally dated a lot of party girls plus I currently have a bunch of party girl female friends – and I’d say this list is fairly complete.
Not all party girls display all seven characteristics – but I’d say if your date or girlfriend has five or more of those seven then she is without question a party girl. 1) She is under the influence of something every time you go out.
So, I want you to ask yourself: WHY do you want to get drunk this weekend? What's really going on in that beautiful head of yours that is making you want to escape yourself for a night? But my weekends are my time to catch up on the things that I love doing and come Friday and Saturday night, I'm keen to just put on my PJ's, get a good movie and chill out (boyfriend or no boyfriend -- my dog is a pretty good cuddler, too).
And I believe that the reason for this is because I face my problems, I let myself feel emotions that I need to so that I can move forward and live a full and vibrant life.The girl that I was is nowhere near as awesome as the one I am now.All of those nights caused me more harm than good... I just wasn't comfortable being me without the liquid courage.Not to mention how much they drained my bank account! I couldn't find myself when I was sober, because I hadn't tried looking. Yes, I also love hitting the dance floor once in a while.Rather I mean that she drinks more than minimally … Being under the influence can also refer to drugs – one of my female friend party girls is always taking Vicodin, and then drinks two or three drinks. Don’t overdo it though – else you yourself might just become annoying.
When I told her that she was a party girl, she was offended – which I found hilarious. Party girls are often Attention Whores – women who need a lot of attention, praise, reinforcement, etc. 3) Whenever something good or bad happens, she gets wasted.
How many times a week do you find yourself thinking that or saying it out loud to your friends?
I used to say it at least three times a week and I couldn't even tell you the amount of times I'd think it.
Friday would roll around and all I could think was, I'd send a text to my "friends" asking who was coming to the club with me and if someone responded saying they weren't coming, I would not be happy...
how could they possibly not want to get drunk with me this weekend? Weekends, at that time in my life, were made up of vodka, junk food, hangovers, trashy TV, sketchy memories and people that I bonded with about all of those things.
I would have cried at the thought of spending a Saturday night in watching a movie.