Anyone up for Mexican?

Sorry for my absence but I was on vacation and I didn't really have any fodder for new posts, until last night.  I went to B&G Oysters in the south end of the city.  Upside, we sat in this gorgeous courtyard that was very cool.  The waitstaff was so so, and my tomato salad was just that, slices of tomatoes and nothing else.  I mean they were delicious beefsteak tomatoes but at $15 I thought I'd get at least some arugula. But I digress.  

I was at B&G because my friend is leaving for Georgetown Business School and we were having a send off.  There were about 10 of us and one of my friends was telling us what an interesting weekend she had.  She met 3 men in a span of 36 hours.  I go months without meeting anyone and BAM she's falling into a man pit.  Two of the three guys she met while relaxing along the Charles. Last summer I walked along the Charles almost every weekend, I met no one.  I met puppies, which you know is pretty awesome but at the end of the day I'd prefer there to be a man at the end of said puppy's leash.  A third she met at Boloco.


Ok I don't frequent Boloco, Chipotle's, or Anna's Taqueria.  I dont really love Mexican food but I have been known to enjoy a late night burrito at Il Triunfo while at JJ Foley's.  However typically it is just too heavy for me.  Furthermore, the dudes I see at these places are hardly date-able. My friend's burrito buddy hit on her, successfully, in line while waiting for their artery clogging roll ups and then they enjoyed their luncheon together. 


What. The. Fuck.


That will never happen to me.  She is a lovely girl and deserves to have droves of men at Boloco or wherever, falling for her but still this will not happen to me anytime soon.  I know everyone says well it happens when you least expect it but for the past 2 weeks I haven't thought once about guys, except for my mother making the comment along the lines of if I want new items for my apartment it could be easily solves, get married and have a wedding shower.  Oh mum, marriage is not an excuse for a new colander.


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I get newspaper salesmen outside the T, aged cab drivers, homeless men, drunks, people seeking green cards, perverts and commitment-phobes.  In fact, I bet all of the aforementioned types of men could actually be found in my local Bolocos which is unfortunate for me and my zip code .  Maybe I need to follow other people around and scope out better areas.  This weekend I am going to hit up my fav City Bar and JJ Foley's and in between Tequila Rain. Ok, I know, Tequila Rain isn't exactly eligible bachelor central but sometimes you just gotta dance.