"Well that's part of the problem!" Angie exclaimed. "Either they don't bother looking past my chest at all or they're threatened by the fact I've got these and can drink more than they can. Or play a better game of quidditch...football...rugby." Angie shrugged and polished off her drink.
"And yeah where's a bit of an issue. If we knew where to meet a good bloke, we'd already have one, wouldn't we?" Angie pursed her lips, wondering if Melinda would have any suggestions. Then again, she wasn't sure when the last time Mels had had a date either. Maybe the three of them together could come up with a proper plan.
"Bugger all, where do people meet decent blokes these days? I swear everyone's who's got someone has known them since school." She refilled her glass, setting the bottle down between them. She looked back at the screen, and sighed. "Can't I just meet him? Likes sports, fit, and he's absolutely gorgeous. Yes I know we've already said that but it bears repeating."