I've always wondered what men think when they see women sitting at a bar alone? Do they pity her as a lonely outcast? Do they feel she's an easy party girl? Do they think she's bold for going out alone and go talk to her? What do men think?

Ladies, would you ever go to a bar on your own? If you have what was your experience like?

I've never done that because I've always been afraid for the safety aspect as well as the message that me sitting at a bar alone would send. I'd love to hear your thoughts.

What's your take when you see a woman alone at a bar?

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One Day I was talking to my girl Crazy on the phone and it went a little something like this:

Crazy: "Hey Tee, I want to move my computer up from the basement so I can use it. Can I do that?"

Me: "Uh, sure, you can put the computer wherever you want it just as long as there is a phone line nearby."

Crazy: "Why do I need a phone line?"

Me: "You are still using dialup for internet access so you need a phone line."

Crazy: "Aaaawww man! But what if I don't have a phone line in the same room?"

I give up.

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You wanted to see me. I admit, I wanted to see you too. To see if we had the connection we both thought we might have. We've never spent any real time together so I thought you coming over would be a great idea.

You came over. It was pleasant at first, albeit a bit awkward as we are trying to feel each other out and get reacquainted. We sit on my sofa and make idle chit chat. I try not to let uncomfortable silence enter our space. I make mention of something funny on TV to spark some interesting conversation from you.

After a few minutes our lips find each other. Its actually very pleasant I am enjoying tasting your lips and tongue.

Something begins to stir but I'm not sure what it is. We feverishly make out for awhile then I come to my senses and end things.

Me: "I think we need to stop now before we get to a point of no return."

Him: "I thought we were already there."

Silly man, we woman can always pull away if we seriously want to. I come to realize I like you but not enough. You eventually leave.

Weeks go by and we don't see each other. You call me, I call you but no face time. That all makes me even more weary of this situation. I come to realize you are not the one.

You never once suggest we go out anywhere. You never even invite me to your house. A girl wants to be wooed every now and then. Made to feel special. Out of the blue you call me and want to come over. Against my better judgement I agree.

We sit there, we chit chat. It's all very superficial and pleasant. Just pleasant. You attempt to kiss me but I always stop it at no more then a peck. You attempt to touch me. I thwart all of your advances. You go home. You are not the one.

Several weeks go by and we do not speak. I'm good with that. I feel nothing for you and think its best we cease all communication. Then all of a sudden....RING! My phone rings and I look down at the display and your name appears. I press the Ignore button. Why are you calling me? We have nothing to say to each other.

All you want to do is come to my house and try to have your way with me. What have you done to deserve it? It sure isn't your witty repartee. It's not all the cool places we've gone together.

RING!! There you go again. You are not the one.

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OK, so last weekend Crazy and Clueless and I decide to go out since we hadn't been out in ages. I was game, hell I needed a girls night out. Then they told me where they wanted to go and the shit went down hill from there.

There is this "club" and I use that term loosely, here in Baltimore where nothing but old people flock to. I will not disclose the name of said club as I don't want a bunch of senior citizens wagging their canes at me as I walk down the street.

Don't get me wrong, I love old people. Hell, I'm an "older" person and one butt cheek away from a rocking chair myself. I have been "crunchy and achy" since I hit middle age but I don't want to party with people 25 plus years older then me.

I knew this evening could not go well.

As soon as we walk into the "club" 2 guys were coming out at the same time and one of them, who obviously had one too many glasses of Manischewitz spun his head around and looked at our group and said, "Whoa! Sexy meat coming in!" Seriously grandpa?

We make it in and find a table and proceed to sit there and talk amongst ourselves. A song comes on and we get up to dance and this guy that looked like he has been collecting social security for the better part of 20 years gets in front of me and starts to move around. I THINK it was dancing but I can't be sure.

I thanked him and sat my ass down quickly. I just can't.

I noticed that there was a kitchen in the back that looked like it was open. I was starving so I decided to check it out. They only served chicken wings, french fries and hot dogs. I kid you not. So I ordered my 5 wings, took them to my table and sat my ass there for the rest of the evening.

Why do I even bother?

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I will still maintain The Diva's Thoughts. Always and forever. This is where I will still continue to document my personal life adventures and thoughts.

This question applies to both men and women....Are You A Captain Save 'Em? You know what I mean. You pick a mate, consciously or unconsciously, that you feel the need to help, save or rescue.

If I am going to be completely honest here I have in the past picked men that needed someone to save them from themselves basically. They needed help and I want to help people that are close to me so we kinda gravitate to each other. I always have to make sure the people closest to me are OK.

I actually just came to this realization and I had an Ah HA! moment once I did. I looked back on all of my relationships and the majority of the ones in my adult life have been with men that needed saving. Of course there were some that didn't fall into that category but by and large most of them did.

Now that I know this about myself I can work on changing the type of guy I attract by not putting out that "save 'em" vibe.

Do you find yourself always trying to save the people closest to you?

A dogs life is tough. Tough I tell ya. Take my mothers dog Remy. He has such a tough life that I often feel sorry for him.

He spends most of his time waiting for belly rubs.


Then he has to be subjected to restless evenings snuggled on the sofa.


Then after the snuggling he's lulled into a nap as a result.



Poor Remy. I feel so sorry for him at times.