where do you meet men?

The twenty twenty conversations of me and a girlfriend.

“…definitely not in a bar!”
“Que horror! The mortification of telling your kids where you met their dad.”
“Well, it’s carnal – these bar meet ups.”
“Clearly validate these one night stands.”
Haughty. “I’ve met someone in the bar and dated him for 6 years. No relation at all.”
“Bottomline. You didn’t end up with him.”
“Welll…”
“I’d say, matchmaking works.”
“The By The Way style?”
“What ‘by the way’?”
“You know… ‘Hey, by the way, this is Patty, my friend.”
Slaps forehead. “Oh, that.”
“3 ex-boyfriends… all awkward breakups.”
“Yes, the silencer is between you and your friend.”
“Ugh. I hate when that happens.”
“Especially when they’re blind setups.”
“…you mean the by the way is not just it?”
“Of course. Say, your friend fixed you up with someone you totally are not attracted to.”
I’d feel bad.”
“Point taken. Then you’d wonder if your friend really knows you that well.”
“More reasons to dislike setups.”
Palm on cheek. Sigh.
“Bars, bookstores, cafes, friends’ houses, offices…” Gasp. “Banks!”
Eyebrow raised. “Looking for a sugar daddy?”
“Construction workers?
”So MTV. Works only on screen, not in real life.”
“The perennial koya..”
“Fuck, I’m running out.”
“….”
“How do you feel about chance encounters?”
“The romantic in you is resurfacing again.”
“Serenfuckingdipity.”
“Give me your pen!”
“Hu-whaa–?”
“Now! I’m serendipitizing this hottie across me!”

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