*looks guilty, stares into her rum*
I've got me a question. See, I've gotten quite comfy in this here singles bar. I like the rum, the company, this bar stool (see I carved my name under it!). Now here's the 'ting. I met me a fantastic type a guy. Nothing is clearly defined yet, but I've got a feel'n I might be sport'n a boyfriend soon. So I say.....,
"PLEASE DON'T THROW ME OUT!!!!"