It's that time of life again. That time when something BIG comes up and all you want is that special someone to go with you.
When I was 18 that was prom. No one asked me. Whatever.
But I still bought myself 2 tickets because I knew I'd find someone who would want to spend this magical night with me. No one asked and there was no one I wanted to take.
I ended up taking a friend from work, who was, for the lack of better terminology... a creeper.
Whatever I looked hot, I was told I looked hot by a crush and at the end of the day it was a good day to be 18.
After that couple-y things slow down throughout college. You could have someone with you but it's not the end of the world & you could always find a guy friend willing to attend a sorority formal. After all... a bunch of super sexy sorority girls in cocktail dresses, drinking cocktails is not something many college boys will aim to miss.
Then you graduate. And the weddings start. I've posted before about being the leper at the bar during friend's weddings. I shall play my part. Because I have curves and I'm not afraid to use them. Weddings I'm not afraid of. Weddings I can handle.
But then something else loomed on the horizon...
my 10 year high school reunion.
And guess what...
I'm still single. I'm still curvy. I'm still fabulous & funny.
So why was I so afraid to purchase only 1 ticket for this event? Do I really want someone tagging along, following me around as I talk to people I kinda sorta cared about? (sorry if any of you are reading this but... come on! you know it's true!)
Anyway, I bit the hypothetical bullet. I purchased a ticket. A. Ticket. I'm going solo to this event. If I meet someone between then and now that I would like to bring, then I will purchase another Ticket. But otherwise...
I'm embracing my single-hood in a way I've avoided in the past. I've never hated being single. In fact I've enjoyed it in the past. I don't think that my dislike of going to things alone has anything to do with my not being in a relationship.
It has to do with just being tired of doing things along.
Tired of inconveniencing friends.
Tired of bringing my mom to things.
I love her. But. really.
My dating life has been a rocky road. But the best things are never easy right?
So I'm going to my 10 year high school reunion SOLO. I'm not bringing my best gay. I'm not asking the hottie with the body at work. I'm not bringing my mom.
That is my choice. And I'm damned proud of it.
When I was 18 that was prom. No one asked me. Whatever.
But I still bought myself 2 tickets because I knew I'd find someone who would want to spend this magical night with me. No one asked and there was no one I wanted to take.
I ended up taking a friend from work, who was, for the lack of better terminology... a creeper.
Whatever I looked hot, I was told I looked hot by a crush and at the end of the day it was a good day to be 18.
After that couple-y things slow down throughout college. You could have someone with you but it's not the end of the world & you could always find a guy friend willing to attend a sorority formal. After all... a bunch of super sexy sorority girls in cocktail dresses, drinking cocktails is not something many college boys will aim to miss.
Then you graduate. And the weddings start. I've posted before about being the leper at the bar during friend's weddings. I shall play my part. Because I have curves and I'm not afraid to use them. Weddings I'm not afraid of. Weddings I can handle.
But then something else loomed on the horizon...
my 10 year high school reunion.
And guess what...
I'm still single. I'm still curvy. I'm still fabulous & funny.
So why was I so afraid to purchase only 1 ticket for this event? Do I really want someone tagging along, following me around as I talk to people I kinda sorta cared about? (sorry if any of you are reading this but... come on! you know it's true!)
Anyway, I bit the hypothetical bullet. I purchased a ticket. A. Ticket. I'm going solo to this event. If I meet someone between then and now that I would like to bring, then I will purchase another Ticket. But otherwise...
I'm embracing my single-hood in a way I've avoided in the past. I've never hated being single. In fact I've enjoyed it in the past. I don't think that my dislike of going to things alone has anything to do with my not being in a relationship.
It has to do with just being tired of doing things along.
Tired of inconveniencing friends.
Tired of bringing my mom to things.
I love her. But. really.
My dating life has been a rocky road. But the best things are never easy right?
So I'm going to my 10 year high school reunion SOLO. I'm not bringing my best gay. I'm not asking the hottie with the body at work. I'm not bringing my mom.
That is my choice. And I'm damned proud of it.
