The Meat Market served its purpose.

Once upon a time (15 years ago to be exact), I was loafing around in the US. Without a care in the world, I just wanted to enjoy life and play. Which I did. It was brilliant.

But the fun is more fun when shared. So luckily my friend Judith (or better known to some as Jude) was in the area as well. We took advantage of our carefree life and soon become experts in a number of different areas: which single wards were the best, which movies were playing at the dollar theatre, how to best achieve a strike while bowling, what's the minimum amount of sleep required in order to still function and so on. And of course we became experts on church dances. It's almost like we developed an addiction for them. Which really, when I think about it, is quite a mystery to me. I think you should know that I really am not that fond of dancing. Jude is, though. So I guess my fondness for the oposite sex was enough to get me to go to The Meat Market, a.k.a YSA Church Dances.

There is quite a variety of products to choose from at this Meat Market. Something for everyone, I guess you could say. In fact, I found it quite entertaining just to observe all the products.

One night while dancing the night away with all kinds of products, a very juicy steak asked me to dance with him. He didn't have to ask me twice. We danced together for a while. This in itself is quite an accomplishment. If you dance more than the 2 "I'm-a-good-mannered-and-polite-kid" dances, you've sent The Signal. Meaning that you don't think your dance partner is a stalker or otherwise abnormal and weird. I acutally found this Prime Steak fascinating and worth my precious social time. When he later asked for my phone number, I did not hesitate to give it to him. He was later informed that this was a rare treat and he should consider himself lucky.

What I didn't know was that he had a friend who had previously asked me for my phone number, which I had elegantly declined. Now he had asked the Prime Steak to get my phone number for him. Lucky for me he kept it to himself and ended up marrying me 6 years later.

So, The Meat Market served its purpose, thanks to Jude and her passion for dancing.