Last night was one of those significantly rejuvenating nights, where in a single moment of epiphany, I remembered who I was, who I am and who I want to be.

It sounds terribly deep, but I assure you, when you’re standing in the midst of hundreds of incredibly good looking, young men and women, no doubt all single, all hot and all glamorous, one can’t help but question what on earth is my married ass doing here??

I was also struck with the disgraceful realisation that I’ve forgotten how to flirt. How to pick up. How to get men to pay for my drinks.

Eye contact with strangers? Fleeting looks from across rooms, frivolous conversations, a bit of cleavage, body language, signals…
Shit, how does it all go again?? I’d be so bad at it. Definitely not like riding a bike. Thank goodness I’m not single.

Anyway. It was a great night. I met some really nice people, and had some really nice conversations. I saw so many people I knew from all over the place, and some faces I haven’t seen in years. It was a breath of fresh air to feel young and irresponsible again. It was exactly what I needed right now.

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