About The Authors
What’s to know about Johnny Mac? My twenties were all right by most standards. I worked my way through college and even had an occasional date. I would have rated my twenties as satisfactory at the time, but in hindsight they were quite boring and uneventful. The best things that came out of my twenties were the two nicknames I got from my roommate Mike – “Mac Daddy” and “Cool Breeze.” You might find it funny (or maybe even pathetic) that I hang my hat for this entire decade on those two nicknames. But, they are cool nicknames. So, while the decade came and went, the nicknames, and the underlying philosophy that came with them, lived on.
My thirties were a decade of getting married, having a child and climbing the corporate ladder. The decade ended with me getting a divorce and leaving the corporate world to embark on my own entrepreneurial endeavors. We’ll call that decade a tie, though I learned a tremendous amount which would lay the foundation for many good years in the future.
From my late thirties to early forties I’ve been single, and loving it! Earlier in life I was single, but felt I was missing something. I always had the expectation of the American dream – a great marriage and a family. Although I did not see it at the time, I had insecurities and really didn’t interact with women in a comfortable manner. Being single in my forties was with newfound freedom – freedom from myself and from unrealistic expectations. I couldn’t date a 28 year old when I was 28, but I could (and did) when I was 40.
The confidence and freedom with which I entered my forties allowed me to enjoy myself much more. At the same time I was building my business I was also building my social skills, skills that helped me to navigate the very competitive world of meeting women in nightclubs. I found it surprising and yet enjoyable that the very same skills that would help me in my entrepreneurial endeavors at noon would also help me with the ladies twelve hours later. Sometimes life is ironic that way.
So, it is with this vast resume of talent that I come before you and present The Club Rules. I hope that you enjoy them as I do.
My worthy counterpart Johnny Mac has a few years on me, so, rather than divide my life into decades as he did (because it would be quite short and uninteresting), instead I’ll take a moment to describe myself.
I’m a woman. Women are crazy. There… is that enough? Ok… I’ll continue on, then.
My childhood was, for lack of a better word, perfect. I had adoring parents who were very involved in everything I did (and trust me when I say I did a lot). I was involved in so much, in fact, that when yearbooks were distributed in high school, my first priority was flipping to the back of the book to ensure that the directory listed me as the person who was on the most pages, thus meaning I was involved in the most things. I suppose you could say I’m a classic over-achiever; a Type-A personality. I’m loud, outgoing and love to be the center of attention.
Relationships have never been my forte. I have the tendency to be flirtatious without even noticing. (This has managed to get me into a bit of trouble from time to time.) I managed to do the relationship “thing” once. Throughout most of college, I was in a serious one (lasting almost three years). Normally I’d get bored, but most of my friends were male, so sexual banter and suggestions kept me pretty entertained. (That, too, managed to get me in a bit of trouble from time to time. Instead of elaborating and incriminating myself, I’ll just let you use your imagination.)
My relationship ended following the summer I turned 21. About two months before my birthday, as I was walking across the campus at Arizona State, I saw a small sign that said two words: STUDY ABROAD. Talk about the power of suggestion! Although it had never been something I considered in the past, within an hour, I was in front of a computer screen looking up different programs and locations. I finally (after countless minutes of deliberation) made up my mind that London was where I wanted to study for the summer. Off I went (alone). With some of the things my friends and I got into, I’m fairly surprised I wasn’t deported.
London was where I first discovered the intricate and involved world of pubs and clubs. How I interacted with those around me completely changed. O’Neils is the place that literally changed the course on which my life was heading. Had it not been for nights at O’Neils, I’d most likely be married by now (at 25), possibly with a baby on the way. I never would have had the opportunity to truly experience what it means to be single, go out and have fun. I never would have had to sit myself down and decide what it was I wanted (in life or even just for the night). That club and the people in it were my saviors.
Shortly after my return from Europe, I was once again single. (I am pleased to say that my relationship ended on “good” terms and my ex is now happily married.) Since the break-up, I’ve had dates and a couple “relation-letts” (you couldn’t actually call them relationships). I’ve been going out, interacting with those around me and finding myself. For the first time, I no longer base my confidence level on the amount of attention I’m receiving from the opposite sex (or same sex, for that matter).
I still have many years of going out ahead of me, and I am constantly learning different techniques and ways to better handle myself to ensure a fun evening. Although I may still be young, I have experience well beyond my years. Due to this, I am pleased to assist in outlining and portraying the female rules (parallel to Johnny Mac’s male rules). Welcome, one and all, to The Club Rules.