A woman is seated at the bar. In walks...

Here’s a joke for you: Three guys are sitting at the bar, oh wait, wrong joke.

So, I’m sitting at the bar, by myself, sipping on prosecco, waiting for my salad. This guy and his buddy come up to me and he says, “Hi there. Hey, I’ll buy your dinner if you let me and my friend sit here with you.” I’m like, “Uh, okay…” It’s a happening bar and seating is a scarce commodity. He seems to know the bartender, he seems like an okay dude. I say, “Okay, but there aren’t any chairs for you two.” Hmm…so he and his buddy decide to leave. HOWEVER, before exiting he invites me to come to his party on Monday night, leaving me with the postcard invite.

That was super weird. First he’s going to buy my dinner in exchange for seats at the bar, then they’re leaving, then he invites me to his party. Okay…

I go back to enjoying my salad and the bartender says, “Please take your time, all the time you want.” Why thank you. He gets it - I’m a woman enjoying my drink and salad in the lovely company of myself. I finish, go back to my hotel room, and look up the site on this postcard. This dude’s a matchmaker! He saw a woman, alone, seated at the bar, and thought he’d offer his services. I mean, I guess that’s good business. You never know, right? I guess I can’t blame the guy…I could be in the market, or on the market.

And yet, can’t a girl have a meal by herself without wanting to be matched up? I’m laughing at it all.

Anyhow, too bad I won’t be able to make his Valentine’s Day party. And, dang it, I’m going to miss out on the free gift, provided to the first 100 women to go to the party. Oh well…I’ll just have to enjoy my own company this Valentine’s Day.

Here’s to me and all the other single women out there! Looking for a match or matching themselves.