This is one of the stories from my time being single. Granted, There’s sex, but they’re more cautionary tales for those looking for love.
Oh, and its a little long, but, hopefully humorous and entertaining.
‘Twas the Summer of 98’, and I just graduated from Marshall, finally, after 7 short years. My best friend Gene had moved to Columbus the previous year and found the promised land; Jobs for everyone, with more and to spare. Gene, unfortunately, had found a job where the average age was around 48, and he had made few friends. I thought it sounded like the proverbial win-win situation, so I packed up my Saab and moved to Columbus!
Well, he was wrong on the job front. GOOD jobs were in short supply, so I spent a lot of time combing help wanted ads, doing interviews, and being a good little job seeker. The nights and weekends though, were a blast. Every Friday, after he got off work, we’d go out to the Elephant bar, on the north side of Columbus. There were these HUGE fake tusks behind the bar, and Fridays were 80’s night, with great happy hour specials. The bartenders would toss bottles and cups around ala tom cruise in Cocktail, girls were teasing their hair up high, and all the boys had popped collars and pegged jeans!