Last Saturday I went to potluck... for young married couples. I happened to be with Kelly and Santi when our friend Garrett invited us and received no indication that it was for a certain demographic.
Stan and Angie, the hosts, were a bit surprised to see me but quite welcoming. (If you don't know them, they are a sweet, older couple who do premarital counseling at my alma mater.) I do confess that I felt slightly out of place. Which one is not like the others? *Raises hand* The only other single was Danny, Zak and Jovannah's two-year-old.
We had the food blessing and after filling my plate I looked for a seat. Two empty chairs were next to Kelly and I took one. A few seconds passed before Stan came over and asked if I could scoot over so I wouldn't "break up" a couple and pulled up another chair. He joked that they would've given me a couple hours to find somebody had they known I was coming.
Cue awkward/courtesy chuckle.
Luckily I knew most of the couples at our table and we had a pretty lively conversation about general subjects. Apparently the other table had a marriage-focused table talk.
Before leaving Stan turned to me and said he hoped this inspired me. Inspired me to do what, Stan? He left that to interpretation. This is what I got: I am happy being single but I am thankful for the coupled friends who aren't exclusive.
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