1. My idea of socialising involves good people and good conversation. Now with that thumping bass beat and music about as loud as you get in a rock concert (except in that case I'm actually going for the music), that simply ain't possible.
2. All the dancing I've ever seen in clubs has fallen into 3 categories. Awkward bobbing/hand motions, drunken flailing, and grinding/grabbing. Oh and Mambo, so make that 4. None of which are particularly appealing to me.
3. Speaking of grinding and grabbing, as a (dare I say attractive) young woman, I'm particularly wary of possible unwanted attention in clubs. Ladies Night and all the other objectifying practices clubs partake in do nothing to allay that fear.
4. There's definitely an expectation to dress up and to make yourself attractive (for the men dammit) when you go to a club. Now a fitted dress I can rock, but 4 inch heels will have my feet screaming in agony before I even get there. And no I will NOT fork out $800 just so I can sit or have a table.
5. Speaking of finances, drinks, especially in Singapore, are expensive, dammit. Yet unfortunately necessary to let loose enough to disregard the fact that someone is squeezing past me, that at any time a creepy dude might start groping me, that the strobe lights are disorientating enough to make me lose my balance and sprain an ankle, that I plain dislike the music and its volume.
The only ever time I had fun dancing and flailing to music was on the Town Green during Supernova (that school rock concert). The music was so-so, but there was space to breathe, I was in tank top, shorts and low heeled boots, I was 100% comfortable with the company, and I could flop wherever I wanted in case of exhaustion. Being mildly buzzed was perhaps secondary.
In short, I've been to clubs three times. And I still hate them.
And yet against my probably better judgement, I simply feel the need to learn to like them. Fml.