Dear Single Men of Manhattan
I don't get sloppy on a Tuesday night to NOT get taken advantage of. Come on. If you see a girl, like me, dressed to the nines with polish on the nails, drinking her way through (yet another) margarita on a school night...take notice. I CAME TO WORK. (And by work, I don't mean a 9-to-5er.) There's some country and western song that says, "Tequila makes her clothes fall off," and guess what? They ain't lying.
Since you, Single Men of Manhattan, can't seem to find the time right now, I'll give you some time to think. Think about what you're missing out on.
Hope you miss me a lot this weekend. I can't wait to give the Mid-Atlantic boys a run for their money.
hugs&kisses!
m.
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Love it. Can't wait to hear the report on the Mid-Atlantic Boys. Get 'em, Muff.
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