The 23-year-old has had one serious boyfriend in her life.She slept with him during all of the 3 years they dated, until he broke up with her soon after they graduated from college.It doesn't hurt that the men who go there are generally older professionals, men who have their shit together and don't drink until they fall down.They pick a good spot at the bar and order a drink.But as the bouncer lifts the rope and chooses her and her friends before all the others, her excitement and ego both skyrocket."I love nightclubs already" she thinks to herself, as she looks over her shoulder and sees the other girls outside in the cold, watching with jealously as she walks through the door.It is the middle of winter and a light snow is just starting to fall.
While she knows she was probably too immature to get married previously, she also knows that her friends and extended family have started raising eyebrows.
She recently had an exciting night of sex with a guy she met in a bar who was incredibly attractive.
He had seemed interested in her - he was even affectionate in bed; but now he isn't calling.
Then, by fate (she knows now it was just coincidence), they had both walked out of a bar at the same time (closing time).
She'd been a little tipsy and given in when her girlfriends pressured her to go ask him for his number.