I went out for happy hour with some friends on Wednesday (control your shock, please. I actually went out) and the craziest thing happened.
I walked into the bar, and a few guys sitting at a table turned and looked at me, and two of the guys kept on looking. I mean, didn't turn back around and watched me walk on by.
I wasn't sure if I should be flattered and play with my hair while tugging the neckline down on my shirt or terrified because they might be serial killers looking to make me part of their next human skin suit. I had no idea how to react. Seriously.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why I'm still single. Among other things. Things like these: