It’s about 8:30ish at TGI Friday’s on Erie about a year ago. I’m sitting only at that roundabout club jammed with thrill-seeking tourist couples, deflated entrepreneurs and a roomful of dudes in hoodies and sneaks awaiting Sam Yagan, the CEO of OKCupid to reach.

It’s about 8:30ish at TGI Friday’s on Erie about a year ago. I’m sitting only at that roundabout club jammed with thrill-seeking tourist couples, deflated entrepreneurs and a roomful of dudes in hoodies and sneaks awaiting Sam Yagan, the CEO of OKCupid to reach.

It is like OkCupid exploded and all sorts of the social individuals in those hundreds of profile pictures have simply spilled out to the restaurant. Unexpectedly, they’re all actually… genuine people that are live! Provider people when you look at the TGI Friday’s uniform of white tops and black colored pants or skirts dash around attempting to manage all of the beefed up amount sought after for liquor. Considering that it is all on Mr. Yagan’s charge card, there’s a dynamic speculative debate along the club train of what matters since the restaurant’s toppest rack, followed closely by the ordering of copious levels of the opinion drink. Alternatives of high-end whiskey appear to carry the night. That, and a number that is cringe-worthy of West Coolers and Beverly Hills Iced Teas. Lured by the vow of a bar that is open to demurely beverage on, and out of a combination of sheer monotony, irascibleness and a newfound desire for online peer-bonding, I’m straddling the club in a suit layer and tie, pen at your fingertips. It does not take very long when it comes to socializing to find yourself up to a fury pitch, and tinder within an hour or so it is an out-and-out drunkfest. The area is loaded mostly with lonely guys, while the few ladies who identify on their own as “poly” or non-monogamous are swarmed just as if these people were woodland kills enclosed by malnutritioned wolves. (more…)