the one who got away and i were again at the same party tonight.
we hardly spoke to each other, and when we did at one of the bars we mosied onto after the first one shut, it was nice but brief as we were joined soon by another friend and he soon dissappeared to get us more beers.

any questions i had about him being affectionate to other females was answered. at one point once we got all jolly in the first pub i saw a gorgeous colleague perched on his lap, with another drapping her arm around him. at the last bar another female colleague of his asked for a moment alone so they could have a private conversation, which i obliged happily and overheard after a moment the lap perch girl observing their lipkiss and urging for more passion.

which just reminded me i want no part of this fan club. a girl has to have her pride after all. it's the realisation that you don't want to end up with brad pitt, because frankly even jennifer anniston couldn't keep him. and i'm not angelina jolie - either in partner stealing or stature and sex appeal plus confidence.

so i've resigned myself to the fact that it's quite impossible for me to meet anyone. this town may be populated by cute smart sexy men, but there's always a catch, and a long line of lionesses willing to fight tooth and claw through the jungle for that taste of these guys.

what happened to the days of men fighting over a woman?