Man, went out with a friend to a wine bar tonight and had a great time.
From 7pm-11:30pm we sat outside and drank and talked. About 30 minutes in, a former student of the guy I was with (he's a teacher) came over and sat with us. 15 minutes later, 3 amazing looking girls joined him/us. I really hit it off with one girl, and we were talking all night, it was fantastic. At one point the Jurassic park truck came up and they all flipped out. I was waiting until the end of the night to ask the girl out, her name was Holly, and then, just after 11 she says "We should call it a night, I have to be up at 4am to head to Vegas." I say "Ohh what are you heading to Vegas for?" and she responds "My boyfriends flight lands at 6, I'm picking him up."
Fucking bummer.
We go inside and start talking to the two owners and the one other person still there at about midnight. We start talking about feminism and that really gets things started. At about 1 am, the lady customer leaves, super fucking pissed about the conversation, but the female owner and myself keep going at it. Just now, at 2 am, her husband, the male owner, says its time to go. I hugged the female owner (and somehow didn't end up raping her, despite her claims that 99.9% of the time men want to rape women), and she said to come back so we could talk more, and left.
All in all, very interesting/fun night.
This has nothing to do with marriage or divorce, I'm just still fairly intoxicated.