My best friend’s boyfriend finally pulled the trigger and proposed. They were on a luxurious tropical vacation and he surprised her with a lolvely diamond ring and she came home all tan and beaming. They’ve been together for years, they were a couple when I met her, but for some reason the formality of it is giving me this pang.
I’m the only single woman in my tribe. When I hang out with my friends it’s always girls night or a bunch of couples and me. My musician was the first man I ever brought to anything.
Everyone says to relax and enjoy myself and do the things I like to do and when it’s time it will happen. But seriously, I’ve had two relationships in the 9 years I’ve been divorced. The first started during the long divorce process, lasted about two years. Then 6 years of nothing. Then about a year with my musician and I’m still reeling in wtf happened land.
None of my friends know any single men and meeting men on an app does not appeal in the slightest. This is a small town and apps are like the clearance rack at an outlet store.