I must, I must...

I must increase my flirt! Ok, so one of my gal pals, OCG, and I went out Friday night for drinks. Her and I went to undergrad together and decade later, we reconnected via MySpace and now, total BFF! She's recently divorced (no kids, whew!) so she's all about hittin' the town and the boys. ;)

So yeah... the "bar scene". Kinda new to me. OCG, however, knows how to work it. Her milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, and once she gets them there, she can take them or leave them. They can smell it, they like it, they're all over it.

I'm more than confident enough to know I'm not "the friend" (you know, the ugly or the fat variety), but my milkshake is definitely not up to Kelis' or OCG's par. While she's chattin' it up with 3 boys, I'm like Tom Hanks' character in Big or Jennifer Gardner's character in 13 Going on 30. Shy little clueless wall flower I am. I've got some drinks in me, I'm feeling good. I've got all the non-inhibition, zero the skills. Even in my inebriated state, I'm well aware that my smile and girly laughter are nowhere near OCG's caliber. Be proud though people, I try... I do! I get into conversation with one of the 3 boys. It goes well, he's interesting, I'm interesting, but somehow it's not... ummm... something. What's missing? What could it be? Oh yes, there's not an ounce of flirt!! All the while, OCG is conversing with one of the other boys like she's on "Flirt! Of! Fortunnnnnnnnne!!!" (To the tune of Wheel of Fortune.) Mind you, I can tell she's not that interested in any of the boys, which is further testament to her skill level.

By the end of the night, rather, early the next morning, we scored big time with free drinks. OCG had the bonus of a make-out session with a bartender. At least I got free drinks, right? :)