From Mullets to Beauty

I traveled a few places in South Carolina, my favorite place was a town called Charleston. Many of these towns I have been at are very historic, lots of revolutionary and Civil war sites. Unfortunately I have yet to visit any one in particular. I see towns and signs for different forts etc., but I find myself just wanting to drive on, not stop and waste time, just go. Then if I am somewhere for the weekend I am too tired to want to do anything but just relax.
Charleston was a gorgeous city. The buildings and everything about it was a relief. I drove into the city, and it was an actual city, with buildings and city lights, imagine that. I have to be honest, a Walmart at this point would've excited me. (I hate Walmart) Anyways I went up to the restaurant/bar on the roof the night I got there. I had a couple drinks with this couple around my age. The woman stayed behind as her husband excused himself. She was so excited to be free of her husband it was like she been locked up for 10 years or something. Sooooo, this girl loved me and wanted to go out to the bars. So we did. We took a cab through the ghetto of the city to arrive a cute downtown area. There was an amazing amount of beautiful people in this city. It was nice, considering I felt as though I hadn't seen anything but a lot of bad hair-cuts for a while there. It was fun, met a coast guard who was sorta cute but that's about it. Guys are the same sneaky sleezys anywhere, but over here they fool you with their initial very well-practiced manners. Then they get comfortable and they are the same old little excited boys. UGh.
I had to search the bar three times for the drunk girl's purse then I had to search her purse and find her money/cc cards because she was supposed to be paying. (that is the only reason i agreed to go with her, free cab ride and drinks... ok) I also had to find her, in a dark alley kissing someone who was not her husband. That girl can thank me for not waking up in the gutter the next morning. Man. That was crazy. Oh yeah, and the dirty old man at the bar gave me his card with his room number written on it. Eww. Gross old man. Really? Hmm nice try I guess.
What I learned in South Carolina; there are lots of really naturally gorgeous people here. And I really like the people I got to work with. Everyone has a great attitudes and makes the classes I teach, a lot more fun. From Monterey= strait-blank-professional to The Carolinas=funny-entertaining-and goofy, they are professional too, they just try to have as much fun as they can while working.
After seeing the drunk girl kiss someone outside her marriage, and have a lot of openly married men hit on me... I have no faith in marriage. If you disagree let me know, but I am pretty sure it is just a loosing battle. Thanks Y'all!