Boys.

Bah!

As you might recall, I decided to give up boys for Lent. Don’t worry fellas, I love ya dearly, I just well…

Need time for me? (Need time for beer?)

I’m not really sure what it means to give up boys for Lent to tell you the truth. I think I meant no flirty texting or emailing or Facebooking. I certainly meant no smooching. Hmmm, I also meant detaching thoughts attached to a certain ex out there in the world…not the recent one.

Anyhow, so far so AWFUL. I’ve sent a suggestive message (ahem) to at least two boys I can think of…and well…anyhow…I can’t say I would smooch him if the opportunity arose this weekend. (KIDDING)

Anyhow this past FAT TUESDAY I went out for Mardi Gras, as usual and I  found myself with the BFF wandering the streets of Buffalo. I had a boa on by 6pm and I didn’t even have to flirt for it damn it! I was a bit sad thinking about all the years of Mardi Gras past and all the fun times with so many different groups of my friends (and family.) My cousins couldn’t make it out this year because Lori was sick. And I had talked to about 5 different people that day about meeting up with them at some point in the night, but none of them ended up going out. Despite being surround by fun and mayhem and beads and boys everywhere buying me drinks everywhere and a good friend, I found myself somewhat lonely. Nostalgic lonely I guess.

Oh well.

I saw this out. Which made me fearful.

Anyhow, I was chatting it up with one boy for sometime at Brick Bar who was saying just dreadfully naughty things to me every other sentence. Ridiculous flirt (drunk) who I drank many free drinks with (and my BFF too) while hanging out. Turns out the not so nice, but so cute boy was…da da da da MARRIED.

Um yeah. Moving on.

End of my night I was chatting it up with another boy for sometime at the Pink who was not saying terribly dreadfully naughty things but was a bit flirty but we were hitting it off. I drank many free drinks with him too…and then the BFF decided it was time for him to go home and I was left at the bar, (although it was past midnight so I had already given up boys by that point.) I was getting the nice boys number and getting ready to go home when…da da da da! MARRIED! He totally had a ring on his hand and had been hiding it the whole night.

Now seriously, I wasn’t going to smooch either one of these boys, most certainly NOT at the bar. But I was going to get free drinks and have fun flirting. Which I did. But c’mon.

Nothing like reinforcing a Lenten promise by going out with a bang, eh?

Married. The 2nd one really got to me too, because we were exchanging numbers.

Grrrr.

Get in line boys…I have a list of crushes and only what 37 days left?

MARRIED MEN NEED NOT APPLY THANK YOU VERY MUCH.