Round two...

As you all know, last Wednesday marked the first night of "The Experiment".  I would like to report that everyone involved found their soul-mate and is presently enjoying endless amounts of phenomenal sex, intellectual stimulation, intense emotional connectivity and snuggling.  Experiment over.  I'll begin blogging again when I start popping out babies.

If you believe any of this, I order you to stop watching any movie starring Kathryn Heigal, Meg Ryan or Jennifer Lopez immediately.  Just stop it.  In all seriousness, last week was the maiden voyage, so we weren't really expecting much.  We were still getting our "sea legs", so to speak.  We also got a bit of a late start, thereby missing most of the happy hour crowd.  

In a nutshell:

+ We got to eat good food.

+ We got to catch up on girly crap.

+ We got to flirt with the cute bartenders.

- We didn't talk to a single person other than each other, the aforementioned cute bartenders, and the highly intoxicated, middle-aged gal beside us, who kept showing us her Spanx.

This week, we're classin' it up a bit and going out a little earlier to see what we can find.  A couple of cocktails at this joint costs more than filling up my gas tank, but we're thinking that means the guys will most definitely have jobs and probably not at Blockbuster.  (Not that there's anything wrong with that.)

I also want to mention that I feel as though I have been taking a "fake it til you make it" approach to this, in the sense that I would much rather drink scotch at home, in my pajamas while watching The Ghost Whisperer on Netflix, but I am doing it because as I've said before, I have reclusive tendencies and have yet to meet anyone in my living room.  So, in the spirit of really trying... I shaved my legs today.