My phone rang the other night and it was one of my married friends.
“So, listen,” she said “my husband may have to travel on Valentines Day so I wanted to know if you wanted to come over and we can make dinner and drink champagne or something.”
“Sounds good,” I replied, and then we caught up a bit.
It wasn’t until I was hanging up the phone that the thought crossed my mind.
What if I had plans?
I look at my parents and the other “grown-ups” in my life, those with a marriage and kids and they all have a token single friend; the friend who’s always around to babysit or who is up for a girl’s night out at the drop of a hat.
Am I becoming that person?
As more and more of my friends get engaged, married or couple off into domestic bliss with a partner, I am trying very hard not to ignore the faint sense panic that washes over me sometimes.
I mean, I would hate to look up one day and realize that I am the only single person I know.
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I think of you more as the person I never call at the last minute because you always have plans. By the way, lets go to a jazz bar whenever you are free.
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