Dirty Martini Society

Recently out of yet another relationship I have found myself coping with the demise in a different way than I have other doomed unions. Instead of sulking, playing the typical sad love songs and drinking my weight in wine I've become proactive in my single state. There hasn't been a weekend or weeknight for the that matter that I haven't been out on the town meeting new people and losing myself in top shelf martinis. My friends are perfect for this type of therapy as they, like myself, enjoy the thrill of going out and meeting new people. I mean afterall it gives us hope that Mr. Right or Right Now is only a tequila shot or sweaty dance grind away. We lose ourselves time and time again in a sea of bodies all wanting to be loved and stopping at nothing to grasp at the thin straws that love still exists. For some this endless game is enough to sustain them for countless years but there are those who have an expiration date and become frantic when the date on their social life creeps closer and closer. Is optimism a good quality to possess when it is quite clear that finding that one is damn near impossible even in a city that some consider to be gay mecca?