The Thirty-something Woman

Because I spend so much time in Virginia City, sometimes a question must be clarified, quantified, or plain ol’ explained.

For instance, as I sat at the bar of my favorite watering hole, a thirty-something woman seated next to me asked, “You seeing anybody?”

I swiveled on my stool and looked around, then confidently turned back to her, answering, “Not at the moment, but spirits come and go all the time.”

She gave me the strangest look.

Then it occurred to me, “Oh, you mean relationship-wise? I’m married.”

Trying to maintain a forced smile, she asked for a plastic cup to take her drink in and quickly left the saloon.