Still Raving About It....

My teen daughter took me to a rave last night. I think I'm finally cured of my Vertigo as I survived the dizzying lights swirling around the room. To tell the truth, though, I'm a little unsure what to think about the experience. Let's see...

It was so crowded, I had people touch places of my body that haven't been touched for a long time. It wasn't intended, though. It was just that crowded.

I actually saw a penis for the first time in a very long time. I guess the owner of said member couldn't make his way to the bathroom.

But, I can't say that the evening was without any amusement. It's strange when someone far too young for you hits on you in the dark. When you want to scare the nards off of the guy, or you don't want him to waste his time on you, just move into the light and smile a big smile.

Smiling causes my line free face to crinkle up worse than an old worn out sock.

Now, that was a new and different experience!

I ended up leaving and walking down a few blocks where I lucked into finding a German beer festival complete with several "old" (meaning over thirty years old) men.

I learned something interesting last night.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, I'm handsome.

At ten o'clock at night, I'm borderline pretty.

At two o'clock in the morning, during a beer festival,

I'm hot and in demand.

Alas, nothing happened. Aphrodite was trying to set me up but I'm not ready.

The beauty about unrequited love is, well, you are mentally unavailable to the men around you. That really is a time saver - you simply say "I'm seeing someone" (and leave out the "in the figment of my imagination" part). Most men will leave you alone.

When I find one, incredibly, persistent man who won't leave me alone, all I need to do is think of an ex who betrayed me, and viola, I have the most evil look on my face and I scare the man away. It's better than Halloween!

Boo!

I guess this year, I won't need a mask. I'll just smile my evil smile.

This year, for Halloween, I'm dressing as a crone!