So I went out again Friday night. Just to, you know, mingle. Actually, that’s a lie. I was searching for the perfect woman.

So I went to a place where they play live music, and most of the crowd is “good people”. And I started talking to this girl.

It was perfect; she’s an artist, speaks French, sharp, and really quite pretty; so we’re having a rather engaged conversation. She had only moved to Seattle recently, and only knew a few people. Well, I don’t get out much, but I was able to introduce her to a handful of other folk, and we started flirting.

“Wee!”, I started to think.

Then she starts talking about her husband’s brother, so I backed off a bit and started to wonder what’s going on with kids these days.

Later inspection revealed she was wearing a ring, so I guess I should’ve known better.

Anyway, when I did back off, she ended up leaving, and blew me a kiss. And again, I’m wondering what this world is coming to.

My parents said that bars were a bad place to meet people, and it wasn’t until Friday that I realized just how right they were.