"Those that lack a backbone usually have the hardest outer shells"

The quote is a paraphrase of Gibran. I like it.
We either have inner strength akin to substance or outer walls to mask the lack of substance. I like it muy much.

Surely there are more than 2 attractive males in my city. Attractive in this sense being the male equivalent to Pretty Plus.

You remember this... pretty not just for pretty's sake, but brains, common sense, employed, non-crazy... that kind of stuff.

I ask because JB and I had a glass of wine at Tsunami last night... she loves being a stay at home mom but sometimes she wants to have adult conversations. I've told you that she is married to the most wonderful husband she could have hoped for. He adores her. She couldn't have anyone else. and she remembers this on most days. Notice I said most. Jury is still out on if yesterday was one of them.

So we leave Tsunami for our favorite bar. Yeah Wine Loft. On the way we see the illustrious Overachiever and the Politician leaving a different bar. We all talk for a bit and the Overachiever goes a different way... the Politician escorted us to the Loft (don't sigh, it's not that sweet... he lives in the lofts right above it). He bids us goodnight... and Jenny-Bear says she is 2 beats away from dragging the Overachiever into an alley and raping him. How charming.

We get a table and a bottle of the Pinot I'm still loving... and after a while I am done. I have water, I am sleepy... I want to go home to muscle relaxers. The bar manager we know says "If would ever call me before you come I would make sure we had a table for you... but you never call me" ... I demure that I will be better about that so they aren't always moving someone over to make us more comfortable... then comes the kick in the head...

JB says "I called earlier to see if "G" was bar tending and the receptionist didn't know. What is the point of calling the bar if she can't book a table or tell me who is working?"

Bar guy says I have his personal cell...which I do... but I look at her and say "You called to see if the bartender was working? We didn't know if we were coming here... I heart "G" too... but the other bartenders take care of us well" She deflects and I am still ready to go home.

Then she asks if I am ok to walk to my car (3 blocks away) by myself because she is going to get a Red Bull and stay at the bar. I am astounded. I am not going to make a scene in public, she knows this. I let it go and tell her I am fine. I called Lemon who was gallant about staying on the phone w/me until I got to my car.

Today DK says I was the guise. She wanted to get out of the house, but more importantly she wanted to see the bartender (and in some respect me as well). He says I am the perfect out because every husband knows I am the safest person your wife could have as a friend... and every wife who wants to cheat knows that after 1 glass of wine and no water I can't feel my nose.. and consistent drinking and I'm done by 1130... it is rare I make it until 2 am.

I am not a 2 hitter quitter! (except for the times that I am)

and he says she has the out of telling her husband I left early and she finished her drink... until 2. He further says he used to be a world class cheater and is well acquainted with the way the game is played. What is wrong with these women? really. what?

The rest of us are waiting and hoping for one true thing, and those that have it don't even know what they have.