Say It Loud

"I'm single, okay?" I shouted, emphatically quoting myself in a hypothetical conversation. Sometimes you need to make a point, even when the situation's fiction.

"Uh, Nadine, would you like to say that louder? Maybe stand on a soapbox?"

I was so caught up in the girl-talk-while-walking that I hadn't paid much attention to my surroundings. It was dark. The neighborhood was sketchy. Men stood in small packs outside poorly maintained bar patios. And I was stating, essentially, that I was available. To them.

Shoot.

So I shut up and went inside. And played Rock Band.

P.S. Beth's post resonates with me tonight. I'm tired of being "great, but...."

P.P.S. Totally unrelated, this post almost made me cry today. John Hughes was a great man.