It's about 6 pm on a Saturday night and I'm drinking white wine. Trying to save a little money. I'm going to meet some girlfriends later. I'm dressed and just about ready to go. It's one of my friends Girls' Night Out Birthday Bash. But what will happen tonight?
My fantasy is that my future husband and the father of my children spots me from across the bar. It's a whirl-wind romance and we elope. And I live happily ever after.
Most likely in reality what will happen is that I will drink too much. Dance around and laugh alot. Flirt with some guy. Be dropped off at the train by my worried friends. And tomorrow, I will watch TV all day and be annoyed that I have wasted a day because of a hangover.
I have a colleague at work who is engaged to someone she met at a bar. I know plenty of women who have met their husbands in bars. I tend to meet losers, let them come home with me and lately tell them I can't sleep with them and ask them to go home. Hooray for the ask them to go home part.
Anyway, it's Saturday night. And I still have to put my Spanish Red lipstick on.
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