Not a bad name, hug? This has been the name of our book club, which was founded one year ago. Yes, 18 middle-aged women gathered this past weekend for a girl’s only overnight pajama party. And yes, every one of us is married.

We had a blast. Food, wine, then bar hopping till 2 am. I felt like I was back in college. And then, as I crawled into bed at 2 am, I realized how VERY lucky I was to be out of the “dating/pick-up” scene and happily married.

What I saw in those 2 ½ hours was equivalent to bad milk boiling over a pot. Groping, salivating, cleavage, smoke, horrific looking gross men gyrating… NO Thank you!

To all us middle aged married women with kids …. Be thankful for what you have!