Stalking your prey.

Something happens to boys when you pull them away from their Xbox's and porn websites and stick them in a nightclub.

If you happen to catch a boy's eye during the daytime when you're shopping or waiting for the train or something, he'll most probably stare at you until you look back before blushing furiously and dropping his gaze, or he might possibly come over, introduce himself and ask for your phone number. You know, not assuming that you feel the same way but plucking up the courage to approach you anyway, just in case.
However, boys in clubs regress to an animal-like state in which they behave more like grunting, skulking predators than the nineteen year old students that they are and it's downright weird.

In what way? Well, in clubs, boys do not walk anywhere: they prowl. They hunch their shoulders and swagger around, beady eyes darting about from here to there trying to scour out attractive girls, or girls who aren't that attractive but are dressed in a way that would suggest they'd be up for a bit of a fumble. They don't just sit with their friends and unwind, oh no! They're all on a mission right from the word Go, and that mission is not to have a drink and a dance with their friends but to stick their tongue down a complete stranger's throat, and if they're lucky, stick their something else somewhere else.

Personally, I find this weird in itself. I've never been a one for getting with random people in clubs. For me, the fun of kissing is knowing that you're finally getting somewhere with someone that you like, not just a rush of pride that I've managed to lock lips with someone I've known for thirty seconds. My self-esteem isn't so low that I need to do that to feel good about myself: I don't need some sweaty boy deciding that he "might as well" kiss me in order to make me feel special. Come on.

But whatever, that works for some people and each to their own, if that kind of thing makes you feel happy and wanted then go wild with it.

The thing that I actually do have a problem with is the presumptions of the boys in clubs. The amount of people that think it's acceptable to put their hands all over you as if you're a piece of meat just because they're in a nightclub is ridiculous. All I'm doing is walking past you, there's no need to try and stick your hands up my skirt is there, really? It's not just the audacity and sheer cheek of it that worries me though. It's the fact that this kind of person must actually be successful with this approach sometimes, otherwise why would they continue doing so? Sometimes, referring to a girl as "some pussy" or telling her that you'd "stick it in her" before you even know her name must actually work, and that's the scary thing.

It's depressing.

Guys, seriously, next time you're in a club please just be yourselves instead of acting like cavemen because I swear to God the next time someone goes too far with me they will be getting far more than they bargained for, and not in a good way.