A friend of mine is getting married next month. A good friend. And I still haven’t RSVP’d to the wedding. The RSVP by date was days ago.
Let’s face it, I’m being a rude jerk.
I adore this friend. I helped her pick out her wedding dress. I’m really, really happy for her. I’m not in the slightest bit feeling any resentment or jealousy or any of that crap.
It’s an out-of-town wedding. Not out-of-town, as in across the country, but out-of-town, as in a several hour drive from the city. And I don’t drive. At all. And all of the my usual +1s, the male friends who I’d count on go to weddings with me are too busy right now to take a whole weekend off. Because that’s what it would take. An overnight trip. It’s really too far to do as a daytrip.
And I’m so very single right now.
The other thing is that I won’t know anyone there but the bride and groom. Me and the bride are old friends from a job we used to have. We bonded over severely insane working conditions and have stayed friends for years. But I never got to know her other friends. Oh, and she’s a few years younger than me. And the groom is a few years younger than her. So probably all of the single people at the wedding (as I’ve been assured there will be many) will be much younger than me.
I don’t want to not go. That would break my heart. I’m not really into weddings, but this one actually sounds like it could be OK. And I helped pick out the dress. But I don’t want to go either.
And so I’ve ignored the invitation clinging to my refrigerator (I have a cute little magnet collection). Oh hell.
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