Not yet anyway. I would just prefer to have an escort for my best friend’s wedding before my friends find me a mercy date. I suppose I just don’t understand why anyone cares that I have a date for the wedding. It’s not like I have a reputation for being normal. When I show up to any event, it’s expected that I’ll dance to the beat of my own drum. It’s part of my charm. Besides, a mercy date is so demeaning. I shudder to think about the reading of the vows next to someone I barely know. There’s the uncomfortable shifting, the avoiding of glances while the romantic promises are read. Does anyone facing thirty really need that kind of pressure? I think not. A girl of my age should be allowed to show up at a wedding unencumbered, to pluck from the trough of the buffet without fear or recriminations. I am a modern woman. I’ll get my endorphins from chocolate, thank you very much. Why must we always come down to the men? Men are a dime a dozen. (Well, not the good ones, but my point is still valid.) I’m not doting or cutesy or even able to hold my tongue at the point when most women know better.
