Viagra Triangle

I’m learning a lot about Chicago right now. Just in the last two days I found out that the city’s name comes from a Native American word  “Chicagoo” which can mean wild, smell onion, everyone heads to the “beach front” on warm, sunny days, and there’s an area of the city called the Viagra Triangle.

Yes, the Viagra Triangle…as in the Bermuda Triangle, but with rich, older men looking to score hot (sometimes slutty), younger chicks. The area is part of the “Rush Street” nightlife district on Chicago’s Near North Side that’s populated with bars in the triangle where State and Rush streets meet.

So I actually googled this phenomenon and found that some definitions of it claim that the women who hang out in the area are actually in their pre-cougar stages (like in their 30’s to 40’s) and looking to land a man who can take care of them...even though they’re already independent women. You know you have some friends like that. ;)

Anyway, I think having a designated area for this kind of activity is brilliant and actually much needed. Every city has a place that everyone knows they can hit up to serve their purposes if they are either an older, affluent man or a 20, 30, or 40-something female—both types looking to meet up and score. In New York City, the first place that comes to mind is the Four Seasons Hotel in Midtown. In Los Angeles, maybe that newish restaurant Cecconies? I hear the Beverly Hills Hotel is where the actual cougars hang…

But back to the point—having a designated area, as in a bar district, where all persons of this type can come together and meet (and have more than one single bar option) is brilliant. It sure would save everyone the trip of hitting up your first choice, just to hop back into your car (or a taxi) to head to your 2nd or 3rd choice in a whole other neighborhood. Plus, it’s more of a guaranteed score. Right?

Not to say that I’m one of those chicks. I’m just saying it’s a good idea. Yesterday I spent my time in Wrigleyville where there were probably lots of potential guys to meet, but they happened to be way too drunk to actually hold actual conversations. But, then again…I don’t think anyone was holding conversations—it was just a whole bunch of yelling and stumbling over each other.

I think I’m liking Chicago.