Bridal Showers & Ice Cubes

I'm not bitter. Just trying to bring some humor to the table. Promise. I just got home from my third Bridal Shower in three weeks. That's right. Three in three weeks. And they just keep coming. I love going, don't get me wrong. It's so fun to be with the happy bride-to-be and all the guests that are so happy she's happy. The happiness is contagious. It's just that sometimes, like tonight, when you're the ONLY one present that is not engaged or already married, you tend to feel a little singled out. Pun intended.

But what adds more to the frustration is when everyone wants to know who you're dating. I always smile and kindly reply "No one right now." Of course this just fuels their fire. They usually come back with something like "Well why not? You're so pretty and accomplished and..." You get the idea.

Then next comes my favorite part. The set-up. I've finally just given up and consented to go out with these guys they wanna set me up with. You know...their daughter's friend's uncle's cousin that's oh-so-handsome and lives in Nebraska. "But don't worry" they say, "He comes to visit California all the time." So, I say yes and that usually puts an end to that. And I'm not complaining. Honestly, I'm not. I'm grateful that people think highly enough of me to set me up with their daughter's friend's uncle's cousin. It's flattering. And I always say you never know!

Anyway, as the shower went on I slowly sipped my water until there was nothing but ice left in my cup. Meanwhile, the cake was being passed out and the presents continued to be opened, when suddenly I found myself chomping down on the cold cubes. Chomping. Some say that chewing ice cubes is a sign of sexual frustration, and I'm pretty sure the woman sitting next to me sensed it because as I took my last bite she whispered in my ear "Don't worry honey. He's out there somewhere. You're next. I can just feel it." I smiled and excused myself to fill my cup up with more ice cubes.