They were both Latina and had kids with them. One was about a 6 with a nice ass. I sat on a table near her. The other was maybe a 7 with tan skin, hair dyed blonde and was with her husband. I felt so awful sitting by myself knowing there was nothing I could do. They were both older than me obviously but also married(not sure about the first one but I assume so) and of course with their kids there so I couldn't talk to them. Instead I just kept looking over at them every now and then like a weirdo. I felt so helpless and pathetic knowing there are men getting married to such women while I would get lucky if I ever even got with a 4/10 bitch with mental issues.
