Far From the Endangered Species

A Gaining Experience from some Bachelors

I remember not long ago, the wives were all out doing wife things, and Ron, Steve and myself got to indulge in the pleasure of a guy’s night out.  It started out as dinner, at a Japanese Banzai restaurant, the kind where the chef uses a lethal weapon to cook your food at an incredibly rapid rate.  We all sat around a huge grill, that seats twelve people, so three other couples, who came together, joined us at the grill.  The three of us, enjoying the jubilee of being able to live it up once again as men, took the liberty to get a bit wild.  Nothing major, just lots of joke cracking, and lots of alcoholic beverages.  Even a few martinis, just to put on the illusion in our minds of the bachelor days of yore.  One of the husbands of the three couples had a gleam in his eye, as he laughed at our amusing behavior. 
 “You guys gonna party?” he asked, with a tone of hope in his eye.  He sat there, looking, waiting, and hoping for an answer with enough detail to allow him to live vicariously through who he assumed, were three bachelors.  We knew the deal.  We promised him lots of good clean bachelor fun, whether true or not.  We didn’t want to let the guy down.  He talked to us during our dinners, and had the look in his eye, of pure desire.  Just wishing, he could tag along with us.  That he too, could escape into simulated bachelorhood with us, just for one night.  I couldn’t help but think he envisioned us in satin smoking jackets, drinking shamelessly dry martinis, smoking pipes full of expensive tobacco, and gazing at cocktail waitresses in revealing bunny costumes.  And in a way, I’m sure Ron, and Steve did as well.
 The bachelor mystique is alive and well.  Albeit if you took count…. You’d probably reach a small number.  But if you could count the bachelor, in the hearts and souls of all men…it would be uncalculatable.