As situation would have it, I haven't been meeting a lot of available men lately. Having realized that this may be partially because I don't often break out of my comfortable social circle--one where I know them, they know me, and most are, in fact, women--, I accepted an invitation tonight to go to a neighborhood bar to celebrate a friend-of-a-friend's birthday. The friend-of-a-friend is a man and the bar is in my neighborhood, so it seemed promising.
Upon joining with the group, however, I looked around and overwhelmingly felt like a BABY. I have no problem socializing with adults, and I do realize that I am slowly becoming an adult myself, but all of these people seemed to be in their mid-thirties. Not old, mind you, but still 10 years older than me. Just not what I was expecting.
Great, I thought, as I settled in with my pumpkin ale. Just then a handsome man walked into the bar and headed for our table. Since the only seats available were directly across from us, he made his way over to us. He had piercing blue eyes, wore a ball cap, and appeared to be closer to my age--30 max! BINGO!
He sat down and we struck up conversation. As soon as names were exchanged he mentioned his wife and new baby. And another one bites the dust.
So here I am, another Saturday night nearly gone, alone in my apartment, reflecting on another evening spent in the company of charming, but ineligible men.
Is anyone interested in going to Spain? Perhaps tomorrow?
