The Girl and the Metrosexual!

This metrosexual was headed for his favorite singles bar along with a friend who had also been able to convert to metrosexualism in college. Both were lighthearted and carefree. They had good jobs, contributed generously to the Democratic Party and to The One up to the max limit that either the federal government would allow, or their common sense in the case of the DNC would allow. At any rate, it was a lot of money.

Now, Flannigans Bar on Main Street in the metropolis was about as good a singles bar as you can find anywhere. In fact, Metrosexual and his friend had both scored there a number of times and found some young pretty to share their bed for the night. But tonight was to be special and both were duded up to the nines if you will allow the mixing of terms decades apart. At any rate, both were flush with money from bonuses earned the easy way - sucking up to the boss, and looking forward to an evening of libation, intoxication and perhaps even a little sex to cap off the evening.


"When we go in, we go our separate ways that way we don't tread on each other," said Metrosexual.


"Fine by me," said his friend.


And so it was, they entered Flannigans and began the hunt. Metrosexual immediately spied a beautiful, slightly older woman at the end of the bar, sipping on what looked like coffee in a white china mug.


"Buy you a drink?"Metrosexual asked.


"No thanks,' she answered, 'I'm waiting for my husband."


"Well,' said Metrosexual thinking quickly, 'he's not here now so I'll just sit here if you don't mind and have my own drink."


"Free country," she answered.


Idle chatter soon ensued between Metrosexual and the lady, in which Metrosexual waxed poetic about the coming of The One and how the evil rethuglicans would finally be tossed on their collective butts and Amerikkka would again become America.


"I work for Freddy Mac,' says our hero, 'buying up a lot of sub-prime mortages. But between you and me, we are slightly inflating the values so the boss can get his performance bonus and we in turn get our shot at power in Washington."

"I know,' said the lady, 'and I think it's despicable. You are harming the very people you are purporting to help and your fearless leader isn't any better. His taxes and social policy will spell the end of freedom and prosperity in this country. In fact, it sounds suspisciously like fascism to me and I'm going to do everything I can to kick your bloated carcass across the Patomic!!"

"Well, if I can't get to first base with you, can I at least have your name?"

"Sarah Palin," said the lady as she pulled out her lipstick.