Desperate Thursday May 19, 2005, 6 comments
There was this girl last night at the bar. Even from the stage it was easy to see she was pretty. Not “beautiful,” but quite pretty. But she was so…
She was obviously drunk, and groping and making out with guys everywhere.
I felt so bad for her.
She was making offers that were VERY difficult to refuse, yet every guy in the bar did, all put off by the intensity of her desperation yet unwittingly contributing to it.
I would like to take the time right now to thank the discoverers of coffee for making it possible for me to get through Thursdays.
Ist es nicht erschreckend, wie weit Menschen gehen können, wenn sie verzweifelt sind? Ich wette, wenn sie sich an diesen Abend erinnern kann, wird die ganze Sache ziemlich peinlich für sie sein… aber womöglich war es nicht das erste Mal, dass sie so etwas tut – wer weiß…
It was very sad K. I was stunned by the sense of tragedy.
Pity the poor single women, society’s outcasts…
I just pity anyone who is willing to sell their soul a slice at a time for something as fleeting as attention.
It is funny the pressures society puts on the single woman. Did you know that single women in their late 20s are the group that is most likely to suffer from depression? In the UK I’ve known us to be blamed for everything, from the increase in the male obsession with weight to the booming property prices in London.
That’s got more to do with being caught in the trap than it does anything else, el tigra sinistra.
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