"Here's the Deal: You are only invited if you are single, but please invite anyone who you know that is single and tell them to invite their single friends", The Facebook invite read. The Facebook invite that I was not going to pay much attention to, until my Friday night plans were cancelled at the last minute and my persistent invite-sending friend followed up with a, "it'll be so awesome!!" text. A text which determined the course of my Friday night. A Friday night that was to be defined by a party with delicious food and lots of single people in their late 20s-early 30s who knew that everyone else there was single- as it was a pre-cursor to attendance to said party.
I chatted with a nice Austrian guy who, although kind and thoughtful- He helped me pick up the many shrimp tails that flew across the room when I inadvertently flung my plate at the floor in a highly expressive story telling manner- was not really my type. I don't remember his name; I got it stuck in my head that I should call him Capt. Von Trapp, as that is the only other Austrian with whom I am familiar. The men to women ratio hovered steadily at a 4:15 ratio, thus the odds were never in my favor anyway. I left, alone, at around 11:30; my invite-sending friend was being chatted up by a handsome young doctor with an ego the size of the state of Montana but a smile that could light up the room.
And although this has been said by a bajillion single women of my generation- there HAS to be an easier way.
At least the food was good.
