I was out with a friend the other Saturday night enjoying a few adult beverages. It was one of those randomly fun nights- not that my friend wasn't fun (that's not at all what I meant!) but it was one of those nights where you have no expectation and it turns out to be a really fun night. Those are the best. Like the happy hour after work that suddenly goes on until 11 at night because you are having such a good time. Well, let's be honest, I hadn't had one of those in years. And then suddenly I was in a situation where I had the freedom to do things on the weekend. My kids were with their dad. It was still a weird thought, but I had been doing my best to make the most of it. So back to that night. We were out having fun and met a couple guys. Not sure how we even started talking with them, but we did. I needed to practice my flirting abilities- it was innocent enough but I had been out of the mix for nearly 6 years. We continued drinking and talking for maybe another hour after meeting- did I mention it was late, too? It came to my attention that I was probably reaching a point were I had been over served (Pretty sure I asked the guy where he lived in the city 3 times and the thought of karaoke was becoming attractive which is the OFFICIAL sign I need to be cut off. In my old age, I've learned to identify these things slowly but surely.) So I thanked everyone for a fun night and declared it was time for me to head home. Before I left, the guy I was talking to asked me for my number (This is slightly hilarious to me as I've already mentioned that I asked him where he lived 3 times!) It was funny, I had been out of it so long, it hadn't even occurred to me that he might want my number. Why the hell not? I gave him my number and marched off to the cab. I heard from him a couple times over the next week. These kids and the texting nowadays. It fizzled before it even started, which wasn't a surprise. The guy was almost 9 years my junior. Not bad for this old gal though...not bad.
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