(*10-ish years because I did not, of course, frequent bars 10 years ago when I was a mere 20 years old. Nope.)
Legallyblondemel Thought Process While Sitting in a Bar, Aged 21-Ish
"Ooh, look at that guy at the next table. Pretty shoulders. And I look OK in these jeans. AAACK, did I remember to put on deodorant? ((surreptitious sniff)) He looks like a Bret. Bret Jones. Hmmm, how does 'Mrs. Legallyblonde Jones' sound? Legallyblonde Jones, Legallyblonde Jones, la la la la wedding bells la la . . . oh, um, he left. Where's my jello shot?"
Legallyblondemel Thought Process While Sitting in a Bar This Weekend, Aged 30
"Ooh, look at that girl's shoes. Nordy's? I wonder if I can ask her. No, that would be too weird. She looks so cute and nice though & reminds me of friend X back home. Maybe I can send Anonymous Husband to ask her about the shoes. Oh, God, no - that really sends the wrong 'HBO Special' message. Geez, I'm the dumbest of the dumb. At least I look OK in these jeans. AH, where's the pinot?"
Swap out eyeballing potential husbands for potential friends, and not much has changed in 10-ish years. Except for the pinot, which is an excellent decision for many reasons (I'm looking at you, Rosarito Beach. And not through Corona-colored glasses this time). This whole making girlfriends after college & in a new town thing is a bit tricky. Raise your hand if you're with me!