Page 13 of Mid-Thirties Slightly Hot Mess Female Seeking Billionaire

"I don’t know about tequila." Worried thoughts fill me as I follow her toward the crowded bar of other people waiting to drink away their woes and have a good night. "Tequila goes straight to my head." And that was an understatement. Tequila is a liquor that makes me need to throw my phone in the ocean so I can’t drunk dial or text any men I’ve loved and lost or loved and never had.

"It goes straight to my head, as well. We need to have a good night, and if we are in our heads, we’re not going to have as much fun as we could." Isabel dances and holds my hand up. "Tonight, we get out of our heads. Tonight, we are living our best lives."

"I don’t need tequila. I can have fun with you being sober," I say honestly. Isabel is one of those friends that makes everything more fun. I watch as she twirls around, her skirt flying up as she spins. She’s got a wide smile on her face, and I love how carefree she is in life. I want her to find love just as badly as I want to find love. Though, she says she’s not looking for anyone. I know it’s because she’s in love with Sam and has been since she was young. I don’t even know if she realizes how badly she has it for him. I don’t even know if Ella realizes how deeply Isabel feels for her brother. But I know. I’m really intuitive when it comes to feelings. Though, I don’t know how Sam feels. He’s a typical man: clueless and caught up in the rat race at his law firm. He seems to spend every hour working and trying to make partner.

"Yeah, we always have fun just hanging out, but tonight we’re going to flirt, and we’re going to just do whatever we want to do." Isabel raises her hands in the air. "Tonight, we are free."

"Why do I kind of feel like that’s what you said to Ella when she hooked up with Colton that night at Sam’s holiday party?"

"Is that so bad though? Look how that worked out for her." She giggles. "Don’t you want it to work out for you, too?"

"But there is no Colton in my life. There is no one that I want in any way." Which is sad and maybe not totally true, but that’s what I’m telling myself. "So, if I go home with a guy tonight, it truly will be a one-night stand. And I don’t do one-night stands. Especially not without my glasses on. I don’t want to go home with a grandpa."

"Doubt any grandpas are here right now."

"Well, I can’t really see, and I don’t know that we have the same standards, so I’m not sure I want to rely on your discretion."

"Oh, my gosh. Get out of your head. Please, Sarah. It’s going to be fine." She grabs my hands and jumps up and down. "I won’t let alcohol take you down the mistaken hookup path tonight, I promise."

"Fine, but I am holding you to that." I smile; her energy is contagious, and I do like having fun. I look around and see a couple of guys at the bar to the right staring at us. I bet they think we’re easy pickings because we’re already acting like we’re drunk. Little do they know, we’re just high-energy. As we get closer to the men, I can see that they look kind of cute, but I can’t really tell how cute because the lighting isn’t great. I feel Isabel nudge me in the side, and I look over to her.

"Hottie alert. Two o’clock," Isabel says under her breath. She’s noticed the guys, as well. She’s running her fingers through her hair, so I assume that the men are very cute.

I smile automatically because that’s the first thing I do when I hear there’s a hot guy in my presence. "Are you sure?" I whisper, then speak louder because she can’t hear me, at first.

"Yes." We stop next to the guys by the bar and she turns to me. "Now, we’ll get some tequila shots and then maybe they will buy our next drinks. What do you want after the shots?"

"What about a…?"

"If you say sex on the beach or a white Russian, I will throw up and then pinch you. We are not in college anymore."

"I wasn’t going to say either of those drinks. I don’t drink sex on the beach anymore." At least, I hadn’t in a few months. "I was actually going to say I would like a strawberry margarita."

"With salt or sugar?" She’s leaning back against the bar now, and I can see that we have the full attention of the men next to us.

"Sugar, baby. You know I’m sweet all the way." I giggle coquettishly, look over to the side, and then turn back to Isabel. The hottie next to us is looking pretty good.

"Fine." She nods. "But you know all that sugar is just going to go to your bloodstream."

"I almost had an entire tub full of ice cream today. I’m not worried about my sugar content at the moment, but thank you for your concern." I shimmy back and forth to the Hozier song that’s now playing.

"Hey, you two," the hottie to our immediate right says, interrupting our conversation, and we both turn to look at him. I smile at him and nod. I can see him a little bit closer now. He is handsome with his light brown eyes and ginger hair. He’s slightly taller than me but really skinny. I have a thing about dating guys who are skinnier than me because it always makes me feel fat, and even if they don’t mind, I have an issue when my arms, thighs, and stomach are bigger than his. "What’s your name, sexy?" I can’t tell if he’s speaking to me or to Isabel, and I don’t think he really cares which one of us answers because his eyes are darting back and forth. I have a feeling whichever one of us gives him the time of day will be the one of us that he wants. I decide to keep quiet. He’s not my type. I nod toward Isabel to let her know she can have him. Then, I look past the guy who’s talking to see if his friends are cute, as well.

There are two other guys, but they’re with gorgeous girls that look like models. I try not to feel bad about myself as I watch them flirting and doing the pickup dance. I don’t know why I feel jealous when I see cute guys and cute girls in a bar flirting with each other. Maybe it’s because it reminds me of my own pitiful, lonely self and how much I suck at flirting.

I realize that I do want to be in a relationship. I want to meet the love of my life. I want to be loved and told I’m beautiful every single day, but that just hasn’t happened for me yet. I’ve met some guys that have really been into me, but they haven’t been great. And when I say they haven’t been great, I mean, they’ve been absolutely awful. I’m just hoping that one day, my knight in shining armor will come and ride me off into the sunset because I don’t know how many more Shreks I can deal with. And just because Fiona was okay with Shrek doesn’t mean that I am.

Looks like Isabel isn’t particularly interested in the man, either, because she’s ordering our shots, and he’s now talking to his friends again. Which is fine by me. We came out to just let loose, not to hook up.

"Here are your tequila shots," Isabel says, handing me two shot glasses. The shimmering gold liquid glistens in the glasses, and I know that if I take them both, I am opening myself up to a crazy, yet carefree night.

"These are not both for me, right?" I ask and let out a groan as I stare at her offered hand. She has another two shot glasses in her other hand. "Really, Isabel, two shots of tequila to start the night?"

"We’ve got to get this party started quickly, honey. We only have so many hours."

"We’re not late and we don’t have to get totally wasted in the next half hour. It’s only…"

She holds her hand up. "Sarah, drink the tequila shots already."

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