Going to a wedding when you are single is nothing short of dreadful, especially when the only people you know who will be attending are the bride and groom.

When I was at the wedding this past weekend, that is exactly the situation I found myself in, only I got "lucky" because I felt so nauseous I ended up leaving after the ceremony. When I look back, the single women at my wedding apparently felt well enough to stay through the entire party and as I send out a bravo to each one, it is no surprise that I haven't spoken to any of them since.

I am referring to three people and if I were to see them today, I would gladly give them a "pass" on the whole night. I consider them brave souls because I was the one who married a man I didn't love to avoid being in exactly the situation they found themselves on my wedding night. For fourteen years, I stuck it out just so I knew I would never get caught with an invitation I couldn't say no to and no one to escort because God forbid, I should I be ever be alone, anywhere.

I remember that night, looking at their faces and wondering why these woman, who I knew to be funny and outgoing, were sitting in their seats looking so miserable you'd have thought they were waiting for a colonoscopy. And the worst part of it all is that I was pissed at them. I was so self centered, I could not conceive why anyone wouldn't be smiling and as happy as I was in that moment.

Well, as you all know, I am hoping to find love in my life and I can promise you that were I to ever remarry, anyone in my life who is single will be sent an invitation AND a "get out of my wedding free" card.