I ask the bartender for another drink and tell him to make sure it's a stiff one. Oh the days when I remember when I didn't need a drink to help me fall asleep. Honestly, I don't know whether to call alcohol my savior or my demon. Maybe it's both. As I look around I notice that once again, I'm the only one here without a date. I must look pathetic sitting here all dressed up with no one but my thoughts. I have to admit, I feel kinda crazy myself. But, almost every night, I take a shower, put on some nice clothes and get dolled up just so "Jack" can keep me company. That's Jack Daniels Whiskey to be exact. Oh Jack, we've spent a many a nights together. Ha! Can you believe it? I'm talking to a drink. Well, while Jack does keep me some company, I do hope to run into a real man while I'm out. Though that doesn't ever seem to happen. Sure, I'm not an ugly woman and men do approach me all the time. They just don't approach me in the way I want them too. Sometimes they sit next to me and ask, "So, where's you man?" And I have to tell them, "I don't have a man." Then they start saying crazy things like "I'm not like every other man." And blah, blah, blah. Well if you're not like every other man, then how come every man I met has said that exact same thing? Hmph, so much for that. Not like I'm gonna meet prince charming at a place called "U Betcha"...Bet. NEXT! Time for a few tunes. I stroll on over to the jukebox and pick out Mary J. Blige "I'm Going Down", cause baby, I'm going down. And then I pick some more lonely, sad, and pathetic songs just to match my atmosphere. A bar patron, who happens to be on date says, "Why you gotta play all the depressing songs?!" "Excuuuuse me!" I replied sitting down next to some empty seats, "It's what MY date wanted to hear." The nerve of some people. They think just cause they got some special company that they are better than us single folks. Hm, I must be getting a little tipsy. Time for anotha'.