By now you (hopefully) know that I'm single. I've been single for awhile - and even before I was actually single, I was single (read: very dysfunctional relationship). Needless to say, I've been able to practice singlehood for quite some time and I believe I've gotten pretty good at it. I've gone to the theater solo, caught a movie solo, went to dinner solo...I've even gone to the bar solo (I know, I know). But as comfortable as I am with myself, there is still one thing that evokes sheer terror in this single girl....
The Wedding Invitation.
Inevitably, all wedding invitations come addressed to "Jen and GUEST." There are a few things wrong with this. First, the envelope is mocking me. Everyone else gets an envelope with two actual names. But poor single Jen gets the "and GUEST." Second, I somehow always feel obliged to find myself a "GUEST." The little voice in my head starts screaming frantically about how I absolutely, positively CANNOT show up to a wedding solo. It's an event meant for couples. My life is sad! Totally illogical, but still.
So that starts the fun (and in the end, fruitless) search to find a "GUEST." Here's the issue with that - it's not actually a good idea to pick some random guy up off the street and say "hey wanna go with me to a wedding?" By the same token, it's probably not smart to take a guy you just met. There is the possibility of taking a friend, but then you risk the pitying glances, drinking too much to drown those glances and ruining a good friendship (YES, I've seen it happen). And then there's the "Wedding Date" (you remember the movie) possibility, but being broke seems to eliminate that choice.
End result? Two anxiety-filled weeks later I go solo. And yes, there were those people staring. Ah well. I wonder if men go through this same process when they get invited to something so stereotypically couple-ish? The wonders of the world......
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