So it's Friday

Yes thankfully we've made it successfully through another work week and it's Friday. Like any great woman, I need a drink! I believe since this week I've not hidden any bodies, emasculate any men (the whole save the BOOB whose truck was on the side of the road was last week, for the record!) or caused any ruckus I deserve a drink.
So here's how I imagine my Friday going.
I rock my work day and my evening assignment. I get glammed up to head to the local watering hole/dance floor.
The bartender knows me and has my drink ready as I sit down. There's a few games on the big screens around the bar so I check out the scores and listen to the band.
Tapping my foot to the beat and singing along with the band, I'm approached by a decent looking cowboy. The closer he gets the nicer he looks. Broad shoulders, great welcoming eyes. I can't see his butt yet but I can imagine it looks as delicious as the rest of him.
I figure my luck he's going to squeeze into the space next to me to order a drink and move on.
He does order a drink, two actually, one of which matches what I'm drinking.
He pays and grabs both drinks. He turns and hands one to me, along with some cheesy ass line.
I laugh smart ass back enough to zing but not hurt his ego to much. I do thank him for the drink too.
The next song starts up. It's a nice beat a slower two step. He asks if he could teach me to dance. That's one I haven't heard before. I mean I know how to dance (not a professional or anything but I can two step, waltz and can even swing with the right man to lead), I've been asked to dance. But never been asked to be taught.
Quickly I decided to play dumb (that act is a rarity by the way) and say yes. Quite the gentleman takes my hand and leads me to the dance floor where he spins me around and tells me I should start out on the right foot.... DUH women are always RIGHT, so we start on the right foot.
He figured me out in about 4 steps I knew the basics. So we dance a few songs, I figure out he's got a job and has a house in the country, cattle and horses. I find out he's a pretty darn good kisser.

That's how I IMAGINE my night going.... It's probably going to go something like this.

I get hit on online during the day on POF. I may or may not vaguely tell a few where I may or may not be tonight.
Regardless I step up to the bar, where the bar tender does in fact know me and hands me my usual. One of the following steps up: A dude of Mexican decent who doesn't speak my native language (handsome or not I'm not willing to try and find an interpreter), a old geezer who really needs to find someone else to hit on, preferably someone that's old enough to not be his daughter/granddaughter, a stoner/homeless/jobless or all three who forgot to learn to dress appropriately for a Friday night at the bar or some drunk who can't stop the drool from his chin staring at my boobs. That list could seriously go on and on and on and on. It would be truthful but not something I'd care to remember.
Instead of dancing with a decent dude, I kill a few line dances and head for the slot machines. There I'll loose $10 and decide to hit the karaoke bar. At least there I know I'll be the best dressed, most gorgeous lady in the bar. Hey I have all my teeth, have a job and can sing!