Went out with the girls last night. We went to a local bar, not because it's a bar; okay, maybe for a couple of the girls because its a bar, but more for the fact they have a really good line dancing band. I'm not a drinker, I go for the dancing. My husband's not into dancing, so line dancing works for both of us. I get to dance, and he gets to watch me, which happens to be his most favorite thing to do. A group of us goes out about once a month or so, line dancing, Keroke, pool, or just BS-ing with friends. Not last night, last night was just the girls kicking it up, getting loud and get'en wild.

Good Times!

I haven't been out with just the girls, kicking it up and getting rowdy in years; thought I'd have a real good time letting the kid in me out for a night on the town. However I, being without my usual chaperon, learned a very valuable lesson.

Men in bars are pigs.

I'm 43 years old. I do not pretend not to be or try to hide the fact that
I. am. 43. years. old. This bar has a good mix of all ages, so we fit right in. Them young pups are so desperate they will hit on a 43 year old grandma, with a ring. If I had drank the free drink handed to me every time I heard the phrase "You're not really married are you?" or "How married are you?" I would be a drinker..... stone cold drunk!



"Yes, I'm married, very married, would you like to see a picture of my grandson?". If I had a dollar for every time some idiot couldn't take his eyes off my chest, I could have bought everyone in the bar a drink.

I was at a bar, I didn't dress conservatively, but I was moderately conservative. Compared to all the other women there, I was conservative. I have a brain. I can carry on a conversation about politics, local news, space, history, you name it, I know a little bit - I can talk. I have a face. It's certainly not perfect, slightly flawed. However, I'm not so hideous to look at that a person would have to avert their eyes down to my chest to avoid becoming squeamish; for Pete's sake man, quit being a pig! And, FYI for all the idiot male bar hoppers out there, "Nice Rack" is so NOT a turn on. Nice Rack? Nice Rack? What the He!! do you think I'm going to say? "Oh baby, baby, take me here take me now", Oh please! Spare me the smooth talking will ya? Get real.

Moral of the story, had a real fun time dancing, with the girls, and I learned how very, very married I really am, to a really, really great guy. When I came home, I ran to my sweet, kind, un-pig headed (which is why I married him) husband's arms, with a very grateful heart that I'm not stuck trying to find a sole mate in a bar, or even a one-night stand. I have love at home and that love has me.