I go to bars to pick up a good beer, not a good man.
Last weekend I was out being the typical third wheel with two friends (two friends I set up and am now consquently witnessing fall in love, which is fabulous….for them). Anyway we went out to our favorite “dive” bar which has a great beer selection and therefore many male patrons. I was more interested in scouring the beer list for something tall, dark and handsome to tantalize my taste buds then taking in the man candy. My girlfriend kept pulling my arm “Ohh look twelve o’clock, shaggy brown hair.” or “What about that one, playing darts.”
I appreciate her interest, but I am completely disenchanted with finding a boyfriend or even a boy toy at a drinking hole these days. I’m just over the bar scene. To me, pick-ups lines are a complete turn off and to make matters worse I failed flirting 101…multiple times. I’m not “meat market” material.
But here’s is the real dilemma, I’m not going to meet Mr. Right at the private yoga sessions held in my living room courtesy of my Wii or at work….god forbid. The dog park continues to not be a breeding ground for human love and the indy movie house I frequent…is well dark and quiet.
So what’s a girl to do. The time has come, I need to suck it up and put on my game face. I need to make myself open and available….and finally master the art of flirting, and hopefully find something tall, dark and handsome in the process:)