Saturday Night F(or)ever
“It’s twelve o’clock and here’s the last tune for tonight,” the bandleader announces. “Good night, folks. Thanks for coming.”
With desperation in their eyes, lonely boys scan the dancehall, now with lowered standards. Unadventurous and earnest young women give up their last hopes. Disappointed, they put their eyeglasses back on.
As couples start moving to the slow music, the leftovers ponder the fact that once again, they have been judged too ugly, too old, too fat, too skinny, or too shy.
Next Saturday night, they’ll be back with fresh hopes and almost healed wounds, ready for another round of humiliation.