Some of my friends forget how much fun it is being single and going to couples parties. One of my best friends means well, I know she does, but damn it when she is drunk she just says what pops into her head. She definitely invited me to a couples party tonight and then announced for the single kids that there were actually four of us, so it's not AS BAD as it usually is. (Yeah, on New Year's this past year she was wasted and yelled that I was single and had no one to kiss at midnight. Thanks, Kins. Thanks.)
But yeah, after she announced the population of the singles, she then said we should have a standard color to wear so everyone knows our status when we walk in the door. I totally agree. I think that would only help my pleasant disposition while I listen to all of the cute couples talk about their perfect nights out, their kids, their awesomeness together, and then ask how my love life is going.
Whatever, after the luck I've had, I like being single. Soooo much easier.
This post is strikingly similar to something Bridget Jones would write... I'm going to bed now.
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