You know that feeling when you’re SURE that everyone else in the world has a significant other they are texting, a “plus one” to the wedding and a bestie for the restie? That achy lonely feeling of not being sure anyone really sees you?
I remember starting my first big girl job in a city where I knew absolutely no one. At first it was thrilling to spread my wings, but by the middle of my second week of calling my mom 49 times a day, I realized I had no friends. Well, except for the roommate I had met on Craigslist a few weeks prior. (Let that sink in for a second….Craigslist, guys.) Rest assured, this was back when the Internet was a little less scary, and thankfully she ended up being more of the bridesmaid type than serial killer type.
So, I was new to town and knew no one but my roommate, who had only lived there a few months. One evening, I shared with her my feelings of loneliness and we decided that rather than rent (another) full season of Desperate Housewives from Blockbuster–because that’s what we did back then–we needed to do something about it.
Valentine’s Day was approaching (and what better time to prey on other lonely strangers) so we thought it would be fun to host a Valentine’s brunch inviting all the girls we knew to come, eat and hang out.
It was a great plan, except for we didn’t know any girls. So, we girded our young professional loins and headed to our favorite Zumba workout class at the local YMCA. We samba-ed and merengue-d and then semi-awkwardly invited every chick in the entire class to come to our party that weekend.
We canvased both our work places, inviting co-workers and even picked up the phone and called–because that’s what we did back then–a few random girls we’d met at our church’s singles’ group. We put together the menu, a playlist and crossed our fingers somebody would show up…