Over the weekend, I had a ‘date night’ with my boyfriend. We got sushi for dinner and then went to a bar afterwards. But you see, this was no ordinary bar. This bar was like a, “I come here to get #@$&!†kind of bar.
As I looked around, I couldn’t help but notice all of the single guys and girls that were desperately seeking attention from the opposite sex. Girls were wearing t-shirts as dresses, while guys were trying to hit on, well, - anyone! - that was dressed slutty. This reminded me of when I was in my twenties; when I was single and stupid.
Back then, I had my first serious relationship back in college. But after that, well let’s just say my mom had a right to think that I was a lesbian, because if I had a hook up once every couple of months, I was lucky. Cut to: ten years later at 30-years-old, and now I’m deliriously happy with my boyfriend. But why did it take so long to find romance?