I looked across to my boyfriend, 'You never said this was a strip pub', I shouted above the din, now I knew why I was jostled and verbally abused as I...pushed in amongst the men, they were horny and expectant, probably thinking I was one of the act.'It's not', he said into my ear, 'Only on Thursday nights', he continued as he went off to the bar to order our drinks.I looked around the pub, a little haven off the foot of Leith Walk in Edinburgh, down towards the harbour, so I suspect most of. The boys on the other hand, I had to look far and wide for a good photo of them. Almost everything I found of them was taken with a cell phone while participating at events or sitting on the floor opening gifts. This was tough. The more pictures I saw, the more memories came flooding back to me and the tougher it was to finish going through them.I finally chose a picture of them taken at Bass Pro just before last year's Christmas. They had dressed for the occasion and looked so cute.Before I. They say the nights get cold in the desert, but I didn't see how."Ever thought about it?" Robbie asked as she pulled up a chair beside me."Thought about what?" Idol. Trying out." I've daydreamed, but not seriously. Simon would rip me up, and I think I'd go for his throat the first time Randy called me dawg."Robbie laughed. "What about Paula?" She's a cheerleader, annoying but cute." I heard that," Darlene said as she put a plastic table cloth on the picnic table."Check that out," Robbie said,. I looked her in the eye and, with true regret, told that what I really wanted would never be achievable. She pursued the matter and asked why this ‘present’ was so special. I told her that it was a dream of mine, and dreams very seldom come true. A day or so later, she called me at work and said that she was totally intrigued by my wish that she was determined to find out what it was that I wanted so badly. I agreed to meet her for lunch the next day near my office. We sat in a cubicle away.