The better people know me the less likely they are to try to hook me up. I guess they know I'll have no trouble meeting people - that is, when I'm ready.
I met three friends for happy hour then dinner. One was a girl I know pretty well. One was a guy friend I've fooled around with off and on over the last year, and the third was their friend I've met two or three times. The girl I don't know so well lingered at the bar talking to her boyfriend's friends most of the time.
Then she popped over to talk to us and told me I should pick from the group of single guys. She pointed out the one she had picked out for me. Even though she thinks I'm younger than I actually am, my friend and I agreed he was way too old for me. But the girl who picked him out is dating a guy more than a decade older. The guy appeared to be in decent shape but had salt and pepper hair and skin that resembled weathered cowhide.
My guy friend looked a little confused watching. The girl wanted me to walk over with her and talk to them. "No thank you. I'm good." I just had to get up and go to the bathroom to escape.
On the way I slipped and almost fell in my heels on the varnished concrete floor. Thankfully I grabbed the booth and it just left me with a bruise on my chest and knee. My friends didn't see me (I don't think) but the three guys at the table behind them all gawked and mouthed, "are you okay?"
I smiled and nodded. I was physically, but the rest of me was rattled.
Love to the single girls,
Addison
Then she popped over to talk to us and told me I should pick from the group of single guys. She pointed out the one she had picked out for me. Even though she thinks I'm younger than I actually am, my friend and I agreed he was way too old for me. But the girl who picked him out is dating a guy more than a decade older. The guy appeared to be in decent shape but had salt and pepper hair and skin that resembled weathered cowhide.
My guy friend looked a little confused watching. The girl wanted me to walk over with her and talk to them. "No thank you. I'm good." I just had to get up and go to the bathroom to escape.
On the way I slipped and almost fell in my heels on the varnished concrete floor. Thankfully I grabbed the booth and it just left me with a bruise on my chest and knee. My friends didn't see me (I don't think) but the three guys at the table behind them all gawked and mouthed, "are you okay?"
I smiled and nodded. I was physically, but the rest of me was rattled.
Love to the single girls,
Addison
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