Night at the club (muses, revelations and speculations)

The concept of clubbing is a multi-faceted and dynamic one. It is unwise to think that one can precisely define the complete extent of it's purpose, potential, use or scope. I, for one, from last night, have stumbled upon some revelations (some of which just needed a finishing surge of clear thought to be complete) .
   Firstly, the moral dilemma between protecting yourself from being at the mercy of unknown (and probably undeserving) individuals and the unequivocal assertion of dominance by getting a mate, is quite taxing. Truly, in these moments, it is easy to think for a fleeting moment, that ignorance is indeed "bliss". Somewhere further down the road of thought, I decided that the key to the moral dilemma lied in the extent to which one lets the said "unknown" parties affect oneself. i.e I, for one, decided to get on with the endeavour of trying to catch a girl's fancy, for I thought that it was worth the possibility of facing a rejection. This came as a result of me realizing that the judgement/rejection of the girl did not mean anything to me in the first place, as I have already delineated her, in the confines of my mind, as "undeserving". This is a conclusion I stand by.
  

Relationship take-1

Relationships or the modern version of how they are delineated, are replete with ostentatiousness and pretentiousness. One is bound by the covenant of "pleasing", thereby, in most cases, indulges in  "sugar-coating" and partial dishonesty which is undesired, but is a sad necessity. This arises out of the need for constant goodwill and "smoothness" between the involved parties. Somehow, as a person who is not in a relationship, I find this notion amusing and redundant, not to mention, sad and pathetic.I say this because, to me, a relationship of note, is aways that between equals. Ideally speaking, an example would be the relationship between Howard Roark and Dominique Francon in "The Fountainhead". The aforementioned example is an ideal-case scenario. i.e it is a slightly fantastic, slightly exaggerated version of the unconditional understanding that I deem necessary in a relationship.
     In some cases (I'm given to understand this through a friend of mine), apparently, one party indulges in forms of said pretentiousness, in order to achieve his/her end through the seemingly ubiquitous methods of Reverse-psychology and guilt-pricking. (Freud's theories anything but redundant huh? lol)