I am not a romantic by nature. A cynic you might say. It probably has to do with the fact that I've had zero luck meeting people. And by people, I do mean guys. Despite the reason for my cynicism, I am nothing but happy for my friends who have met their one true love.
That being said.
I used to love going to weddings. I've always felt it was an honour to witness the union of two people - in love. This year, as well as the recent past, I have been a little anxious about weddings. I receive an invitation that reads "Mavis and Guest". My RSVP is always for one. At the ceremony I can usually sneak in and out without having to talk to people. But at the reception I'm stuck. The only single girl at the table. No husband or children to speak of. No one to dance with.
Today: Like most, I'm trying to figure things out. Sometimes that's day by day, moment by moment, and even breath by breath.