"come out with us!" they said.
"it will be fun!" they said.
I bought new jeans. I did my hair. I put on make up. Lots.
I HIT that dance floor, hard. I had two drinks (!!!) which is two more than I have had in months. I basically presented like a mandrill, shaking my booty, dancing the night away.
No one gave a shit. Not one person I smiled at smiled back. No one asked me to dance. So I got very brave (see two drinks, above) and decided I would ask a guy to dance. Went over to ask. Saw his wedding ring.
I am not a thief.
So much for the bar scene, I guess.