Friends of a good friend of mine.
Good friends by extension, I suppose.
Well, he's a good friend, anyway.
I don't really know the gal and it's a fairly intimate, casual thing.
I'm not sure I'm up for it.
The whole shebang.
The "are you seeing anyone" questions and the wedding-ness and the romance and the single-ness of me.
And maybe one other person.
Thereby automatically allowing everyone else to try to hook us up.
I'm thinking I might quietly decline.
Weddings are one thing when you're single.
Another thing entirely when you're freshly heartbroken.
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It is times like this when you suddenly remember that previous commitment you have out of town. You know the spa weekend you booked at the Kingfisher. ;)
I've been invited to a wedding next month where I don't even know either party!
(I don't even know why I was invited??)
Although I have a sneaking suspicion that a mutual friend between may have put in a word or two so as to try and help cure my "singleness disease".
Great.
Oh, Likalia, how could I have forgotten? I booked that months, nay, years ago! ; )
Actually, it looks yummy!
Ryan: That pesky disease! sigh. Maybe they'll have good beer?
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