When a Girl Goes to a Guitar Store #166

The Runaways (image via Rolling Stone)

When I enter a guitar shop I'm usually the only female there. Generally one of three things happen:

1. I'm ushered to the learners section. I assume they think I can only play a D chord.

2. I engage in a unspoken guitar battle with the guy across the room. He tries to show off that he's just learnt Metalica's Nothing Else Matters. I launch my counter attack with some Led Zeppelin (trying not to give too much away). He fires back with some poorly played Hendrix. I recite some flamenco finger style. It's usually over by that point. 

3. Some dude starts singing his heart out, and it's obvious you're the only two in the room. I usually 'awkward turtle myself' into a dark corner. Or leave.

However, I was surprised the other day when I went to Guitar Center and it was full of females! I must say though, it was almost the same situation - 'same s*** different genitalia'. There was one girl in the corner making her parents buy her a $2000 Martin for her 1 strum 2 strum Ten Guitars rendition. Another girl was singing her heart out to her boyfriend (and the rest of the store). And another was not very subtly (I think she thought she was being subtle) watching me out of the corner of her eye - she was giving me the 'unspoken guitar battle' look.

Oh the joys of guitar shopping.

Peace, Morgs