At the end of a long day of work, she goes home, gets dressed, gives her friends a ride, and hits the clubs. She's in the mood for the night. Her red high heels, skinny jeans, and small black top make the perfect match. Men all around notice her. Some stare, others charm their way to her table, which she gladly tells them off. She's searching alright, but not for anybody. She's searching for Mr Charming.
She goes on the dance floor and lets herself go with the music. It's hot and the rhythm makes her feel sexy. She takes another look around and still no Mr Charming. She decides to drink a little more, her friends are in the mood for different kinds of drinks, they're being called by guys, they're letting themselves go, and she wonders if she should do the same. She drinks another glass, it's now getting hotter. She remembers how hard she worked all day long and how much of a break she deserves. She drinks yet another glass, and this time, she decides to give in to the advances of the tall handsome blond man seated on the table opposite of her.
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They dance, they kiss, they go home together...
She wakes up the next day and she tries to remember his name. She feels dirty, used, deceived by her own gut on more time. She's the modern cave woman. Her heart drags and pulls her out to a quick fix with anyone, just for a little fun, a little time off - one more little scar for life.
Little does she know that cave women never get to meet Mr Charming. Cave women only get to meet jerks. Your heart never leads you to the right way, that's your mind's job. Let your mind do the thinking and you'll be happy you did.
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