Was sitting at a bar the other night having a quiet little slurp after work. In walk five fempats, ya know the type; the coiffed to the max, designer dresses look down on you typo of gagging for a man with their cell phones welded to their fingies. Now I say this because I seen it many times. Typical cockteasers bored with their man at home who brings in the bacon out for a bit of fun.

Now I'm no wingman but my buddy was interested in one of these mid aged locusts, I slurped the last dregs and said I'd see him later. When do we all at some point become unsociable?

For me maybe it was all those forced interactions you don't want or need.