"But you love New York otherwise?" I asked, wondering if I'd made the biggest mistake of my life.
"Yeah, it's really cool. It's so much more fun than San Francisco. I mean, don't get me wrong. San Francisco is cool, but it was all tech geeks, and well, I'm not looking for a polyamorous relationship or how to teach a guy how to flirt or kiss, you know? I want a man who knows what he's doing."
"Me too." I sighed. "Oh, I should go back out and save my friend who's likely to kill me."
"Oh. Maybe your friend will like him."
"I don't think so. Plus, she's engaged to a really nice guy."
"Ah, she's lucky."
"Yeah." I nodded. "She really is. How's your date going?"
"I just kicked him to the curb, and that's why I’m in here reapplying my lipstick, hoping I might meet a guy at the bar." She shrugged. "It's that or go home, and I don't really want to go home just yet."
"Oh, you don't have any friends you could call?"
She shook her head. "No, I don't really know that many people in the city yet, so I'm a bit of a loser."
"Oh my gosh, totally not. You can join Rosalie and me. I think she would love to meet you. We're trying to make new friends in the city too."
"I mean, if you’re sure."
"Yeah, it'll be great."
"Cool. And maybe I can help get rid of Sam for you."
"Now, that would be amazing because I'm ready for him to get out."
She laughed. "Awesome. I'm so glad we met, Alice."
"Me too." I looked in the mirror, fluffed my hair, and reapplied lip gloss. "Let's go back to hear the strip club story," I said.
As we stepped out of the bathroom and made our way back to the table, I could see Rosalie looking around frantically. "Uh-oh," I said, laughing, "my friend does not look happy."
"Don't worry. I got this," Molly said as we returned to the table.
"Hey, we're back. Rosalie, this is Molly. She was actually at the speed dating event tonight as well."
"Oh, hey," Sam said, giving a little wave, "You're back just in time. I was just getting to the great part of the story."
Rosalie moaned and mumbled under her breath, "Oh please, no."
"Nice to meet you," she said out loud and held her hand out. “How did you enjoy the event?”
“It sucked. A bunch of losers.”
Molly looked directly at Sam. “About losers, Sam. You think you could leave now?”
“Excuse me?”
“What? No one wants to hear your story about a strip club and—"
"Hey, you don't even know the story. I was just getting to the good part."
"I'm sure there's no good part. Women don't go on a date to hear stories about you at a strip club."
"Well then, I have an idea," he said. "You three are probably the three most beautiful women in New York City."