I’m a narcissist.
My mom tells me that I’m never going to meet my future husband at a bar.
My mom doesn’t understand that I don’t go to bars to meet men. I go to bars to be gawked at and fawned over and give away my number to complete strangers so that they can call and text and get no response…all so I can sleep soundly that night with a belly full of alcohol+reassurance that I’m still attractive and somewhat desirable to the opposite sex.
I go to bars knowing that everyone goes to bars to be gawked at and fawned over…nobody goes because they will meet their soul mate and live happily ever after. We go to fuel up on cheap beer+ego juice.
Point. I don’t know where or when or if I will meet my future “my”. I don’t know if I’ll ever get the chance change my facebook status from single…BUT I do believe in fate and that if I am meant to meet someone that they are more likely to fall out of an airplane and into my lap than to buy me a shot followed with a cheesy pickup line as they drunkenly slobber all over themselves. (or I drunkenly slobber all over myself)
Until we meet, however, there is always the bar.
:)
