when does it end?

sometimes, well all the time actually, i wish i could be one of those pretty girls, one of those girls who all she has to do at a bar is flash a coy smile and bat an eyelid and she has 5 free drinks handed to her. But instead im the one who blends into the crowd, no one really notices or cares about, i feel like i could go topless and still no one would notice. Sometimes I dont really mind, I dont like being the center of attention or much attention at all, ide rather sit back and observe all the chaos, i find that much more amusing.
I'de never thought ide say this but im actually getting tired of this, the weekly ritual starting thursday and 8:00, make drinks, 8:30/9 start getting ready, eyeliner, lengthening mascara, bronzer, whatever, then its time for the hair, and probably drink number 2, curling iron or hair straightener followed by a generous amount of hair spray. So finally its 10:00 and its time to find some slutty outfit to wear with my push up bra, some outfit thats very likely to give me pneumonia in this 30 degree weather but us single girls have to be brave right? other wise we'll end up as spinsters wishing we had worn those slut skirts in our twenties so then 10:30 rolls around and its time to hail our grand chariots a.k.a some dirty cab that i probably shouldn't be letting my bare legs touch the seats but I just pretend that its helping to strengthen my immune system, so then you get to the bar, and its a miracle i'm not exhausted at this time, but now you have to spend the rest of the night trying not to topple over in your heels while you get body slammed in a crowd as you try and locate the bathroom.
So forgive me if im just exhausted from doing this week after week, why because thats what us single girls do right? and i used to and sometimes still think its fun, i dont want to stay in every night and watch made for tv movies, i would definitely go sitr crazy but i feel like if your single and doing this its pathetic, where as those that hitched, are more than welcome to stay in night after night. I'm just tired of looking, tired of this whole ritual, tired of the let down,
but what else am i supposed to do?