Don\'t drink and text.
Apparently, my liquor-infused text said that while I don\'t need a man, maybe I\'d be down for a constant sidekick for.
Yup, I even texted my plumber...and he turned me down.
After discovering my best friend, who I was supposed to grow old and single with, got engaged, I drowned my loneliness in one too many Old Fashioneds and woke up with thirty-nine responses from every available man in my phone.
Even on the cusp of forty, I had to learn that the hard way.
Don\'t drink and text