Last week, a friend of mine insisted I go bar-hopping with her. It didn’t take much effort since I’m always up for a cocktail.
When I was busy guzzling my third margarita, two very attractive men approached us and started chatting. Things were going fairly well, until we got on the subject of happy places.
I said my favorite place to be was in bed. One of the guys asked if I took anything to bed with me.
My answer? “A teddy bear and a switch blade.”
I don’t think he’s going to call.