Monday, August 3, 2009

Why I need a wingman. Or a boyfriend. You know, whichever

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  1. Niiice. I attended one where my boyfriend had been asked to be the gift table attendant (I'm still not sure why the gift table needed near constant attendance) and the other guests who were supposed to be at our particular table didn't show up. So up until the middle of dinner and my boyftiend finally finished his duties, I was all, "Yep, I AM sitting here by myself, but I'm really just waiting for someone who will be joining me shortly, I swear."

    So I'm taking it that there weren't any cute single guys at the wedding you attended or even any married but friendly people?

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  2. UGH! This is exactly why I hate going anywhere alone.

    Anyway, you're so smart/pretty/funny/everything and you're going to meet someone who is smart/handsome/funny/everything soon and make a smart/gorgeous/funny/everything couple. So there.

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  3. That was kind of amazing... loves it!

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  4. Can I sign up for wingman duty?

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  5. Totally! Just come on up to the northern (aka rightside up) hemisphere and you're in. :)

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