Generally Speaking...

You should never say never.

But I am pretty certain I will not meet my future husband in da club.

Saturday night my friend and I went to a club for a friend of a friend of a friend's birthday party. But the real reason was an opportunity for me to meet someone. My 2010 quest means no excuses to turn down such an opportunity.

I resisted the urge to by a new outfit for such a momentous occasion planning for the fact that the drinks alone would take a chunk out of my retirement fund. Knowing that club wear these days is teeny dresses and the clubbers wearing them are in their 20's made the process of selecting an outfit from my full yet age appropriate closet quite nerve racking. (It took me forever the next day to clean up all the rejected clothes from my bedroom floor.) I managed to leave the house looking trendy with a classy twist and feeling pretty good about the way I looked. Yes, I was sassy, confident and ready to meet my future husband!

We got ourselves a drink and found the spot with a perfect view - a view of everyone in the club that also put us on view. The key of course is to be perky and friendly to everybody. The risk you take with that strategy is that you attract unwanted attention which eventually leads to annoyed bored face, which discourages the right guy to make a move, which leads to glances at the watch and an early departure. The rest of my night was a hazy swirl of small talk, avoiding the well-fed gentleman from Dallas who latched on to me when I was the earlier perkier version of myself, apologizing to an angry sister when my drink spilled on her because some still perky girl behind me bumped in to me, wishing I would have worn sensible dancing shoes, and realizing that the later it became the less likely it was to meet anybody in their right mind.

I left the club that night having only exchanged phone numbers with the angry sister who eventually became my bestie.

Because, of course, my heart is open to finding the one anywhere I go and because, you know, never say never, I suppose there is a slim chance it could happen. But the only reasons I will ever be returning to a club at this particular stage in my life is with a group of friends for a birthday, bachelorette, engagement or some other milestone event.

I'm now well in to March and at this point it seems my experiences are more about how not to meet men, instead of finding someone. BUT a really good thing happened last Saturday night... I learned I still got it going on!

*To my girlfriend who went with me that night...It was a lot of fun to dress up and have a drink with you. THANK YOU along with your husband for the hall pass. I know you put up with the scene for me and I promise I won't put you through that again. But you're not off the hook for other adventures because you're too good of a wing man.