Circling the shallows, a shiver of hungry females stalk their prey, tasting the waters for fresh meat. More intimidating and powerful than their male counterparts, their blood lust is a powerful urge.
They single out a potential victim from the rest, surrounding him, cutting him off from any escape routes. Once a man-eater latches on, there is no release until she devours her quarry.
“Bitch, don’t kill my vibe with your weak pick-up lines.” Their alpha leader approaches her selection. “Don’t speak, just let me look at you.”
Sharks got nothing on a Girls’ Night Out feeding frenzy.
Thin spiral notebook 
I don’t think any amount of safety vests are going to help this time…
This is a very fun piece. Thank you for linking up!
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Vicious…
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A trifecta of prompts. Well done! Love the atmosphere you created before the reality.
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I’ve never been part of a girls’ night out feeding frenzy myself, but I find this very amusing. Love the play on words, too.
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Oh yes! This is so true! The water seems like a safer place to be than on land some times! Meat markets and sharks were made for each other:)
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I can’t imagine what dating would be like now. I’ve been out of the market for three decades. I wouldn’t know what to do.
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Haha! There is definitely some truth to this. Such a fun read. 🙂
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That is a pretty fantastic analogy. I love it.
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Thanks! I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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So fun! I loved reading this one. Great job =)
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Made me laugh. I would accompany girlfriends on these nights, but I was always the first one to go home – alone. Not the same story for my friends. That was a long time ago. Must be more aggressive now. Good one, Tara.
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My GNO now consist of going to very sedate wine tastings or out for sushi. This piece was based on a lot of Twitter and Facebook status updates I’ve read lately. I’m way too old and boring to swim with the sharks today.
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I think I’d rather swim with hungry sharks than go to Girls Night Out 🙂
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