Something borrowed
under Single Life,WeddingsBecause my local repertoire of men to out with is scant this week, and an ex will be in town, he will be attending a wedding with me as my date this weekend. I reached out to his girlfriend, a friend as well, to put aside any concerns that I’ve an interest in anything beyond a platonic good time with her domestic partner. I’m so happy to report the complete veracity of my assertion. Whereas in the past I could made a hobby of revisiting past feelings at the slightest circumstantial provocation, such as the consumption of one drink, I’ve grown tired of cyclical thought in my late 20s. She, for her part, is permissive, allowing him to consume quality finger food in my presence, many hundreds of miles from their home.
While having a date is not necessary, as this is not a high school reunion or anything, I enjoy having a sidekick, especially one savvy enough to know to mingle elsewhere should a candidate for my own future matrimonial celebration present himself at the reception.