An old friend is getting married in late July and I’ve been invited to go. It’s a Saturday on a weekend the kids are with their mom so I’m available. I’m supposed to RSVP by June 1st, and… well… I obviously need to get the reply in the mail today.
I’ve known I could go for a while now, but I’d been dragging my heels a little bit. I love weddings– I love the romance, and the promise of a new life together that they represent. It’s a happy occasion, and the celebration afterwards is always fun, with eating, drinking and dancing. But I’ve almost always gone to weddings solo… and by the end of the day I’m usually bummed out. All the romance in the air makes me want to have someone with me to hold hands with, to slow-dance with, to kiss. Being surrounded by happy couples can be oppressive when you’re not coupled.
When I got the invite to this wedding, I thought– hm, this might be a good opportunity to meet some single women, who themselves may be swept up in the romance of the occasion. With a few drinks in me, I love to dance. So I checked off the box saying I was attending, and got ready to write “1″ in the box that asked number attending.
But I hesitated. I’ve been hesitating for weeks.
Finally, this morning, I checked off “2″ and sealed it up in the reply envelope so there are no take-backs. No, I haven’t met anyone recently. I’m still ridiculously single. But I decided to give myself a push, a goal– to see if I can find someone to take to the wedding as my date.
I’ve got about two months to make it happen.
If I fail, well– there’s still the possibility of perhaps meeting someone there at the wedding. And I’ll apologize to my friend for planning on a +1 that didn’t materialize. But now that I’ve got a goal, maybe it’ll help me get in the right frame of mind to — finally — get a date. Fortune favors the bold, no?