A Trip Down Memory Lane

So every single girl in her twenties gets dumped. It happens. But today I get a call from my dear friend. The first thing she says is, "I got dumped!" This happens all too often in a single girls life so I was there, ready to pick her up to go have a drink. It's my duty as a single friend to help a girl out in time of need. We go to the bar and we decided that we need to make a bucket list. Thirty things by thirty. I encourage everyone in their twenties to do the same. I for one, want to take that trip I never took to Europe, and do things like take a cooking class or start my own small business on the side. I mean, being a dental hygienist is not going to make me a millionaire (as the song by Bruno Mars plays in my head, "I wanna be a millionaire so freakin' bad).

As my friend tells me about how it feels to get dumped and start back at square one. It took me back to memory lane when I was dumped. The story goes something like this:

I dragged my friend to the bar with me. I remember it not being very packed. We went straight to the bar, sat down, and ordered a drink. I noticed a cute business guy sitting a few stools down from us. He was smoking a cigarette, not my ideal type. Did I mention I am a dental hygienist? I then proceeded to say something to my girlfriend that was somewhat slutty like, "I don't care what happens tonight, I just need to have a good time." Not realizing that the guy down the way heard me. Slowly, he came and sat right next to me, introduced himself and started to strike up a conversation. I mean really, it was that easy. We proceeded to get to know each other. I then told my girlfriend, I needed a picture with this guy so I can send it to my ex to make him jealous. We got together really close, snapped a picture on my iphone and sent it to my ex. How lame is that? It gets worse... I then decide that its time to go. The guy says he is in town for work and is staying at a hotel down the street. He then tells me that he took a cab to the bar and then asked if he could get a ride back to his hotel. I, being the naive person that I am say sure, my girlfriend drove and she can drop you by. My friend now put out, says, "Whatever". We leave, guy in tow. My girlfriend says out loud in the car ride to his hotel, "You guys should at least make out!" I thought to myself, "Smoker???? No, I don't want to, really". But as peer pressure sets in, I lean over from the front seat to the back and before I knew it I was making out with the guy in friends car as she drives up to the entrance of his hotel. I let him out, and say goodbye. He is probably thinking to himself that I am a sure thing, remembering my slutty comment at the beginning of the night. But unfortunately, he was disappointed when I got back in my friends car and drove away. As we drive away I say to my friend, "Thanks for saying out loud to make out with that guy!" She says, "Well, you made me take him home, you might as well have made out with the guy."

I reminded my friend of this story as we sit at the bar and she shares her sorrows of her getting dumped. We laugh as we reminisce of that crazy night and I try to make her smile as I relate to her situation. All of a sudden, we both realize, it happens, it's a part of a single girls life. And it somehow makes getting dumped not seem so bad. And I am now excited to start on knocking down my bucket list.


Fear less, hope more; Eat less, chew more; Whine less, breath more; Talk less, say more; Love more, and all good things will be yours!


- Rhinestone Cowgirl