Bar hopping...

Saturday, I went to karaoke with my husband. We went to this new but very little bar close to home because our DJ changed locations. It was fun, we sang, drank...good time. He received a call from one of his friends and we decided to meet her up at another bar on the other side of town. I had never been to that bar so I decided to go. Long story, but I rarely hang out with him. I guess since we live together, its all the me that he can take for now. We met her and she decided to buy us drinks since we finished our money at the first bar. "Joe." Ah yes. All coming back to me now... There was this guy named Joe and that's all I know. He was VERY friendly to say the least. He was very clingy and grabby. I didn't mind for the most part, but I was constantly whispering to the two people I was supposed to be with to "Help me!" Yeah, that didn't work. They just laughed and I laughed. He followed us to another bar and didn't stay more than 6 inches away from me. He was cute and fit and since I am not the smallest person around, I enjoyed the attention. I did make it clear that nothing was going to happen, but deep down, I kind of wanted to kiss him. I mean, my husband and I are getting a divorce, I am all alone, and a small part of me wanted to make him jealous and another part wanted to feel wanted again. But I decided that it shouldn't happen that way. It should be with someone that truly wants me, not after a bunch of drinks, but sober and in daylight. I know, I know....my husband said I was too picky and that he wouldn't help me because I had to learn how to deal with that kind of situation myself. I wanted him to step in and say I was his! That didn't happen. I don't know... I can feel he got jealous, and on our way home he said he had no right to. He is correct. He has no right to get jealous, but I would like him to. Some thing to say that I am his and no one else's but I think I am chasing something long gone...