Singularly crossing the thresh hold of an annual party invoked the attention of a self-thought to be good-doing former girl scout leader.
Cornered, empty handed of the social lubricant of a martini,the former leader tried to lead me to my needed awareness that I should be attending parties with a man and not alone. Surveying the room and observing a guest list that could double as a marital Noah's ark splashed me with sadness , thinking of the interesting single men and women that stay home because they may think they would considered more valuable in a pair.
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