While now I'm a taken woman, it wasn't too long ago that I was single and trying to mingle. Trying. I want to stress the trying part because I was not doing well. I'm a terrible single person and I had a bad habit of just falling for anyone.
When I was in DC last year, I was hanging out with a friend of mine and we hit up a really cute French restaurant. Afterwards, we headed down to the Metro. And there, I saw the man of my dreams. He had on an American flag shirt, American flag pants, and cowboy boots. And, to top it off, he had the biggest hickey I've ever seen on his neck. This sight for sore eyes was too drunk to even put his ticket in the reader. My knees went weak.
My friend, being the upstanding guy he is, helped American Flag Guy. And, American Flag Guy was so grateful that he ended up inviting us to go to Virginia with him. "YES!" I responded and my friend gave me that friendly stare of "Shut up or I'm going to seriously hurt you." My friend declined and American Flag Guy looked at me and said, "You're missing out."
As we walked away, I told my friend, "That man could have been my husband. You just let my future husband go to Virginia. I could be married now."
"Getting married to him would have been the least of your problems if I let you go with him to Virginia."
Ok. So, maybe I had terrible taste in men. But I still tell that story and remind everyone that I could be married now. And everyone tells me that I'd probably be dead in Virginia by now. Different perspectives.Labels: D.C., personal