“Come on, man! There’s got to be at least one girl in here that’s caught your eye,” my friend and associate, Mitch, drones on.

He just doesn’t get it. Sure, there are many beautiful women here tonight, many that I could definitely see myself spending…a night with… But I’m not looking for a wife.

It’s my father’s doing. He’s the one that insisted I find a woman to settle down with. That is if I ever want to take over his position as the Boss. And that’s been my priority since, well, ever. I just didn’t realize it came with such a big responsibility.

I’ve never seen myself as someone who would get married, but now I kind of have to. Even with all these gorgeous and willing women practically begging for a chance, it just doesn’t seem appealing.

“I’m gonna get a drink.” I side-step Mitch and head for the bar. I need about 12 shots right about now.

I stealthily ignore the various women who try to get my attention as I pass by, my mind stuck on one track. I pray there’s no girls at the bar, eager to strike up conversation about marriage and ‘our future’.

As I approach, I spot just one girl. And with closer inspection, she appears to be just as miserable as I am. Interesting. At least that means she probably won’t try and talk.

I sit down, one chair in between us, and order myself a glass of whiskey. Taking a chance and peering at you out of the corner of my eye. You’re… Well, you’re quite stunning. Definitely one of the better I’ve seen tonight.

Maybe I wouldn’t mind if you strike up conversation…