Single girl, I don't wanna be a single girl

Last night, I met My Sharona, Summer and Jean at Grassroots on St. Mark's. I had errands to run so I had to skip dinner beforehand, but drinks were in order as I haven't seen those girls in far too long. As soon as I arrived, they inquired about the Hot Doctor Sex.

Them: So tell us about the Hot Doctor Sex.

Me: First tell me about the Boston trip.

I got the full scoop on the trip. It sounded like a blast. I wish I had gone.

Them: So tell us about the Hot Doctor Sex.

Me: Where did you ladies have dinner?

Them: Across the street. So tell us about the Hot Doctor Sex.

So I started telling them about the Hot Doctor Sex, sort of.

My Sharona: You're really bad at this. I thought we were going to get all sorts of hot details. Will you answer direct questions?

Me: Maybe.

After a few minutes of my lame answers, they gave up and we moved on to other subjects. Then Jean went home. Then Summer went home. As My Sharona and I helped the Hot Bouncer with his crossword puzzle, we started lamenting about being single girls. While the Hot Bouncer was off performing his Hot Bouncer related duties, of course. We both agreed that when you've been single too long, you start to look for things that aren't there in the guys you meet, to convince yourself that you can overlook this, that you can overlook that, that nobody's perfect. Then we started talking about how casual hook-ups are really fucking depressing. It may seem like a good idea at the time, and the next morning I may be thinking "SCORE!" but then a couple of days later, I think my time would have been better spent with ye old Magic Wand.

My Sharona: Is that why you were so short on Hot Doctor Sex details?

Me: Yup.

In other news, I'm going to chop off my hair around Thanksgiving.