Thank-you Carrie Bradshaw

Sex and the City 2 came out a few weeks ago and women have been flocking to get cosmos and see the movie. I was a huge fan of the show. And if there is one thing Carrie, Samantha, Miranda and Charlotte have taught this unfortunate soul, its that the dating game can be a bitch.

I'm single. I actually love it. But that is not to say that a little attention from the opposite sex does not get my attention. However, my life never really has hitch free rides. This past week, two very attractive men came in to the liquor store that I work at. They were funny, witty and flirty. We ended up chatting and we were joking about getting trashed at family restaurants, because the drinking is wallet-friendly. One thing led to another and we made "plans" to drink at a restaurant in Langley while one of the guys was on shift as a bartender.

Let's be completely honest. I was not thinking that I had met my soulmate or anything, but the attention was nice and one of them was very good looking. I decided to take them up on their offer. I figured at best something happened, at worst I'd get a few drinks in me. So I enlisted my good friend Beth to come along.

We got to the restaurant, sat at the bar and did not see the guy who had invited me. Thinking that the plans were not in fact plans, we decided to drink and then catch the 10.20 Sex and the City movie. We figured that we didn't lose out on anything. We started with some double cocktails then saw a sign for 54 oz pitcher of Coors and wings for $20. We were sold, we each got one.

Unfortunately, we only had about 45 minutes to drink an entire pitcher of beer. At this point, you may be reading this and thinking I've lost my touch. That this story has no real point, and that I only kind of got stood up. Well here you go kids: drunkenly I asked the bartender (who loved us btw) about the other bartenders who worked there. Knowing that I must have had some sort of interest in him, said he didn't know who I was talking about, I insisted. He then had a moment of realization and said, "Oh, you might be talking about Ryan, he has a scar.... but he's gay." Unfazed, I reply, "That's ok. I was more into his friend, he was super hot." He then frowns, looks at me and describes his friend. I nod. He says, "Oh. Umm. That's his husband."

I let you have a moment to let that sink in. I thought I was being hit on. Not only was I not being hit on, but the guy was gay. Not only was he gay, but MARRIED to the other guy who I thought was hitting on me.

Beth and I looked at each other. I laughed. Beth laughed. The bartender pissed himself. I was embarrassed but too drunk to really care. So I went and saw Sex and the City 2. For that too, I was embarrassed but too drunk to really care.