Bullshit Banter

You know its funny, you meet people at bars and parties randomly, they are all familiar, in some vague way, everyone knows who everyone is or at least whose friend they are. Eventually one finds out what they do, exchanges a few witty phrases or pleasantries amidst drunken bullshity banter. Once in a while a chord is struck, that this could be someone i can actually see myself being friends with, though in many cases if it has to do with members of the opposite sex, then egos kick in, residual self worth through bullshit projections of ones own value are at work, and the little cat and mouse game of ego stroking begins, often only beaten down by momentary and transient drunken lust, the rest is either morning awkwardness or even worse, only one sided lust, as is often the case with many men, and many not so willing women at that bar. Finally the nights all melt into one, the smoke filled, bullshit banter wisps in and out of fade out memories of many run ins with the same people at various parties and bars all so similar in nature that it begins to feel like they are various episodes of the same memory running into each other, like one unending night.