So I went to this blues club tonight. I was sitting by myself and at the
table in front of me was a group of very attractive women... all giggling
and smiling... then another showed up. She was gorgeous. Pretty enough to be
a model. She was waring an extreamly short skirt, high heels, the works...
There was no room at her friends table so she plopped herself down at mine
and proceeded to lay out her feminine arsanel of purse, cell phone, glass of
wine, water, and various other pariphinalia needed for a night out. After a
few minuites she turned to me with a sly smile and said demurely "You don't
mind if I sit here do you?" and pouted her lips. I, of corse, said it was
perfectly ok with me. She proceded to flirt and smile at me... the funny
thing was it didn't work.

You see, I imediately recognised the type of person she was. She would flirt
with me and get me to flirt back, and get me wrapped around her finger...
along with every other guy in the bar... and then just toy with me. And to
be honest, that just turned me off. This gorgeous model waring the tiny
little skirt didn't apeal to me. I just smiled, and ignored her. Her and her
friends were talking about going to someones house to play in a hottub after
the show... and I didn't even flinch.

So my question is: When did I grow up? I don't remember it happening, but
apparently it did.