Reasons Not to Shop For Your Soul Mate in a Bar Yes, I'll admit it, for years I shopped for my significant other in the seedy, smoky, sweat-filled, shoulder-to-shoulder, move-to-the-drum-beat kinds of places that would charge you a nickel for draft beer and then give you a dollar to hang your undergarments on the rafters - and, well, you do the math. I wasn't there for quality time with my friends, or we would have stayed home and eaten Chinese food and watched Adrea Jones Diary for the eleventh time.

My mother cringed in embarrassment, and hoped none of her friends would be driving by to see me through the window, dancing on the bar in my Coyote Ugly tank top, flashing my heywood top to someone in her bridge group whose daughter married a doctor. The ladies next door prayed for me on Wednesdays. My father said I was an example of a wasted college education. My friends - well, who are we kidding. I'm ashamed to admit it but, yes, I was on a mission.

I wasn't there to hear the band or I would have chosen a group that could actually sing.