I've got my costume.
I've got my ticket.
I've got a map.
The dance is tonight and I don't want to go. Do. Not. Want. To. Go.
Everyone else in the group has a date or a mate. Everyone else is younger, thinner, cuter. Their hair still has a color. (This is the stuff I obsess about that does not matter.
And yet, if I stay home, there is zero chance I will meet anyone. It's too early for Santa, and even he isn't going to drop a man down my chimney. If I want to meet someone, I've got to leave the house.
So...do I go and feel ridiculous? Or stay home and feel lonely?
Not exactly Sophie's Choice here. Go or go not. There is no whine.