Besides, it only said I had to “offer” one. It didn’t say he had to accept.Ok. I braced myself, stood up and turned to look at my options. There...��s a reason they were sitting at the bar drinking beer and not out with dates. The pickin’s were slim to say the least.A few of the guys looked like they were there together. A couple guys looked like Norm from cheers. A few of them might have taught high school to my grandfather. At the end of the bar though ... drinking by himself was the one.He. “No, sweetheart. I don’t think you need to be anybody’s bitch.” Shania took a long pull at her refreshed drink. “You’re right, Eric. I’m never going to be anybody’s bitch.” She held up her glass and examined the liquid remaining. “I like this. I don’t usually drink, but this I like.” “You better go slow,” I warned her. “You’re going to have a hell of a headache tomorrow, or maybe even tonight.” She stuck her nose in the glass and inhaled deeply. She tilted it up and took a taste. “Won’t be. The thought did not occur to him though as he had forgotten that he waswearing lipstick and mascara as well a generous "accidental" spray ofperfume. He was puzzled when the petrol pump attendant had looked at himand said, "It takes all sorts."Stranger still she and the girls were all awake and wanted a group photo.They were each wearing a red rose hair clip. She started fussing withhis hair and suddenly he realized she wanted him to wear a hair clip toobut he could not see it. He feigned. They each offer some sage advice and share some wisdom, but how any one individual integrates that into their life is their own business and not that of some church hierarchy. As for Jesus, there’s some significant information to suggest that he might be a construct conjured up at the Council of Nicaea in the year 324 by a bunch of politicians. So, on the whole I am anything but religious.”She continued, “I am spiritual. I believe in higher powers and forces that we cannot see or begin to.