A pair of tickets
Last night, feeling completely sorry for myself, I wept like a moron in my salad.
Over a pair of tickets for "Hair" no less.
You see, I knew the inevitable.
Flipping through my mental black book of the single male friends i used to call on for events like these, I sadly realized what i have known for a while...all my back up 'boy'friends now have their own pair.
So I did what any *sane* single girl would do - I gave away the tickets and opted for stripercize class, choosing to find my inner britney spears instead.
Over a pair of tickets for "Hair" no less.
You see, I knew the inevitable.
Flipping through my mental black book of the single male friends i used to call on for events like these, I sadly realized what i have known for a while...all my back up 'boy'friends now have their own pair.
So I did what any *sane* single girl would do - I gave away the tickets and opted for stripercize class, choosing to find my inner britney spears instead.
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