Singled Out

“5, 4, 3, 2, 1… Happy New Year!” everybody shouted, as pretty much the entire bar started making out with one another. Most of them were couples, or at least dating. I guess? And others just grabbed pretty much anybody at midnight just to have someone to kiss. And then there was me. Lonely, little old me, sitting on a bar stool blowing my noise maker in the air, playing with that little straw in my drink.

“So… do you watch Lost?” I said to the geeky foreign guy sitting next to me, wearing suspenders with those thick black rimmed glasses that the Saved By The Bell nerds used to wear (since when did those become cool again?). “I like-a your tattoo. Vant to kiss-a me?” said the geek. “I’m from Brazeeeaal and don’t speak-a English.” “Really? Well, you’re speaking it right now” I said, as we both just sat there for a moment. Ugh. So, I got up and walked over to my friends. “Happy New Year! Ahhhhhh!” we all screamed, as we all hugged one another in a big circle full of hugs.

All in all, my New Years was a blast (although, the very next day wasn’t such a blast). But even though I spent it with great friends, I still can’t help but feel lonely. Why, oh why do I always feel lonely on New Years?

Ever since I’ve returned to New York for the holidays, I’ve come to realize that most of my friends are either a) in relationships b) engaged or c) moved in with their significant others. And to top it all off, even all of my guy friends are taken. Yes, even the one of the group that we swore would never get married because he’s a crazy man-whore. Yep, even him.

So what does this all mean! I guess it means that I’m destined to become the old woman who lived in her shoes, because now even my backups are on the road to being hitched.