You know what really sucks? Watching some hot guy you were flirting with leave the club with some ugly skank - that sucks.
I was at Mr. Black’s last night canoodling with a real mister – no sister him – when I decided I could do better. Yes, a good haircut and a clever concealer application will do that to a girl. After several rounds around the bar, I knew it was a mistake, but when I returned, my mister had taken up with a rather rancid looking sister. And they were kissing so passionately it was as if they were auditioning for a Chi Chi Larue porn film. I mean, it was so steamy that the crowd around them was getting wet. I was so jealous - I have never been kissed like that.
The lesson I learned? When you think you have bagged a mister, don’t let him go – no matter how green you think the grass is on the other side of the dance floor.