breaking hearts, one man at a time...

woe the life of a single woman.  i went to meet some friends for happy hour on friday night. i was lectured, hit on,  and mesmerized by three different men.  did you read the part where i said THREE different men? -just checking.  the venue we were all meeting was new to me.  i'd only just this morning read up on it to see if i even wanted to go.  i liked what i read and the pictures looked inviting.  it was a swanky restaurant, built along side the bayou in a very nice part of the city.  the bar that  had a patio and cabanas and tiki lamps (for nocturnal purposes).  the place was pretty chic. so off i went.  i met my group of friends and engaged in the usual banter.  our group was uneven, there were six women to our three men.  but it was fine, we all knew each other and were busy yacking away, catching up on the latest.  after a while i left in search of the powder room.  it was while i was en route, that i bumped into (literally) victim bachelor number one.  i apologized for bumping into him and for spilling his drink.  -what? did you think i was kidding? he laughed it off and brushed the droplets from the drink, off of his sweater.  he then smiled and asked if "this" ever worked?  huh?  apparently, bachelor number one, thought i purposely bumped into him.  to meet him.  ha.  um, no. sorry to disappoint you, but i didn't do it on purpose.  he didn't believe me.  we then engaged in a half hour conversation about the "gimmicks" (his word not mine) that women use to get a man's attention. i indulged him, nodded my head when i thought appropriate and smiled.  he told me i was going about it all wrong.  that "guys don't like that" -"you should just buy us a drink and start there, or flash us a boob" said he, flashing a smile.  -yeah.  he said "flash us a boob."  now, this guy was dressed very nicely. and looked intelligent.  but oh how looks can so deceiving!  i thanked him profusely for making me see the error of my ways and then waved buh-bye.  no sooner had i made my way back to my friends when victim bachelor number two appeared.  this guy was a friend of a friend.  he quickly showed me his rolex.  no really, he did. i guess he needed me to see he could afford one? i dunno.  so this guy wastes no time.  in a matter of three minutes tops, he buys me a drink, asks me why i'm here all alone, and then asks if i want to go somewhere to "talk" because apparently, that's not what were doing here.  again, i smiled and nodded and then declined on his most gracious invitation.  to which he rebounds with, "look, my ferrari is out front.  let's go for a ride."  seriously?  "how old are you?' i asked.  he proudly told me he was twenty-four and then showed me his college ring. ha.  really he did.  i told him i wanted to stay with my friends,  but thanks anyway.  he then stomps away mad.  i could see the pout on his lips.  my friends are literally laughing their asses off.  At MY expense!  But before i have a chance to address them, victim bachelor number three walks into my life.  he was a coworker of one of my friends.  this guy was charming, smooth and very cocky. but in a way that didn't scream, "asshole".  we talked, danced and laughed the rest of the evening.  in fact, we really hit it off.  BUT he's not from here.  he lives in chicago.  he's here on business.  he's "sorta" seeing someone.  they just met.  and that, was that.  this guy paid me the best compliment though.  in fact, i'm not even to tell you guys what he told me.  not yet.  but rest assured, it will keep this silly grin on my face all weekend.

as far as happy hours go, this by far, was the most interesting one i have been to in a long time.

that way my evening.  how was yours?