Very soon, (quite frankly, right after my birthday) I am going to hang up my single social butterfly hat. Not because I am in a profound relationship, or something vaguely resembling that, no, nothing of the sort. More like, I wish to spare myself the deepening of the embarrassment I feel when I go into some of these places, the old age web that encapsulates me and covers me with shame and regret and just the general malaise that comes with it.
I am just tired of feeling like I am too old for this.
I will choose to just act my age and hope for the best, I suppose. I may choose to go to different types of places where older people hang out, or I may just sit at home and knit. It is just so tiresome. The dressing up, the decision of a place to go by myself, the sitting there by myself sipping on my one of many cocktails, the pretending to look like I am enjoying myself, the effort to ward off people I am not interested in and entice the ones that I am, etc. I am just tired and I am sure I will not be missed at any of these places. I am sure my personal accountant will be quite pleased too.
There has to be an easier way to meet Mr. Right.
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