Yesterday was the last of the pre-season games for both the Packers and the Vikings, and I was eager to see some football. Since I do not own a TV, this meant going somewhere else. I called a fellow Packer fan here in Minneapolis, but got his voicemail, so I went out alone to a bar.
After working all day, I decided I wanted to look good! I changed into something that made me feel sexy: jeans and a T-shirt. I added my new scarf from Germany and some high heels, because that meant I was serious about going out. I put on a bit of mascara and my contact lenses...and felt like someone I am not, which means I was ready.
Being a Packer fan, I went to the Herkimer, my favorite Packer bar in Minneapolis, hoping to see some green and gold. But alas, because we live in Minnesota and there are NFL pre-season cable packages that have to be purchased, we had to watch the Vikings play. Oh well, now I could focus better on the men around me. So I decided to stay anyway.
I was hungry and wanted a drink, so I ordered a glass of wine and a sandwich. I looked around and sighed. Most of the people around me were couples, or men who were not that attractive. So, I took out my book, The Fountainhead, and started to read. I may be crazy to dress up nicely, and go out with a book to a bar, but I feel quite justified. Not only were there too few targets to amuse me, but also, the men I want to attract would be impressed that I am reading A book, so it serves two purposes.
One man kept glancing at me, and that made me feel quite pleased, but he left after one beer and without saying hello. Other men came in and sat nearby but talked together furtively and barely registered my existence. Some older men sat down next to me and talked loudly about the menu. No one seemed to be worthy of my approaching them, so I just ate, drank and read until I was satiated of my dining experience and I left myself.
As I walked away, I strode with confidence, poise and strength, and people on the sidewalks moved out of my way as I walked to my car. It was not an unpleasant night.
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