I was walking back to my place and decided to pop into one of my regular bars, as I saw one of the bouncers, I chose to greet.

I said "hi" to the other one and the bar staff who knew me. I caught up with the original bouncer I originally saluted.

He eventually tells me that this woman kept looking at me. I turned around; she looked away. It was not a looker (rated 4 due to pudginess, with a maximum potential of 6), and there was an air of desperation.

So, I mustered all my ambulance-chasing energy and spoke with her.

She had happened to leave a dating event earlier...

"Let me guess the Thursday’ app, sausage fest, and little talent."

"Yes, but at least I made a girlfriend."

She had a half-empty glass of wine. She looked pissed.

You could see the fatty arms outside her, wearing a long black dress and white sneakers. This was not going to be a slow Thursday, but I thought it could be interesting to hear her life story.

34yo. Executive Assistant ("An okay not so okay job, my boss is great, but sometimes we go into arguments and he can be a complete dick"). The last relationship, which she eventually admitted, was a situationship before COVID-19.

"Why was it a situationship?"

"He liked me more than I liked him, so I eventually cut it off when Covid lockdowns came in. We are on good terms. Still, he is now married and has kids. I am glad for him."

She informed me very soon that she owned her own home, where she was living with her middle sister, who was also single.

Her elder sister is married and living a couple of houses down the road from her, and the only thing she had to say about her was that her non-identical twins, 4-year-old nephews, had hard-ons. She thought it was inappropriate.

"Seems like you have a thing against instigating erections."

She did not catch the joke or ignore it. My best guess is she was too pissed to see it.

She then went on to say:

"All guys are bastards and assholes."

"How so?"

"They don't make any effort. They say they will take you on a date, and then they flake, or they change plans for you to go straight back to theirs."

"Has it got worse since Covid?"

"Yeah"

"So, when was your last real real relationship?"

She went quite sheepish and admitted it was when she was 18 and lasted 2 years, but she broke it off as the guy apparently had a mental illness.

"Is he like in an institution? "

"No, he is actually married with kids."

But then she starts to regain her senses.

"You are quite inquisitive. What is it about me you want?"

"I was curious what you were about. If you did not want me around you, you would not have had to make it as uncomfortable staring at me."

"But, like, you are talking to me like we know each other."

"It is called getting to know someone unless you prefer social retards that need a digital pre-screening because they don't have the balls to go and approach you."

"It is the way I meet people."

"You meet what you are."

The bar was closing; we eventually got kicked out.

"Everywhere else is closed", she said.

"We can go back to yours or mine."

"I don't live on my own."

"I do"

"So, you just want to shag."

"No, actually, I want to learn more about your story" (I really did not want to fuck her)

"When was the last time you had sex?"

"2 days ago, but what does it matter?"

"Who was it with?"

"Someone who wants NSA sex"

"I am not into that thing, at least not right now now."

I could tell she was hesitating, and she decided to ask:

"You don't take my number."

"I don't take advantage of drunk girls."

She understood I was not going to take her number and could feel the annoyance, and she eventually decided to go back to her place.

LESSONS:

- I have heard that quite a bit recently. Last real boyfriend was either in high school or college. When they hit the streets, it completely derails the normal pairing within the relationships.

Jobs and holidays take precedence—experiences replaced products. Before you know it, 10 years have passed, and there are a few situationships here and there, and then they are playing against the clock.

She ended up finding a proxy husband in the form of her boss, for whom she is being remunerated, except that her “husband” does not provide the TLC she requires.

- Her nail polish for a date night was all over the place...one hand had none, and the other had some, but it was chipped.

- She has been run through. The dead giveaway was when she considered my offer to turn it down and eventually go for the number, associated with her negative comments about men.

- She is stuck going on dates and does not have much hope. She has little to no social skills and views a real-life approach as something unusual, accumulating negative experiences and becoming jaded.

- She now resides in her future spinster dwelling with her sister. More women will live in some type of community household with other single women, which is fortunate for her, as she is very family-oriented with her sister.

- She ended up giving an alcoholic vibe, alone at 11.30 pm at the bar, desperately looking for attention and some late-night D, whilst lying to herself in the process, and only better showing her dissatisfaction with her life.

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