So far this year, I have attending the weddings of three of my friends. The first was one week before The Breakup, the second one day after, and the third was just about a month following the split.
At the most recent two, apparently I found myself a new modus operandi: making out with the groom's youngest sibling.
Yep, that's right: not once, but twice as a single lady, have I "befriended" the betrothed's younger brother. I can't really say that I'm ashamed by this, but I do think that it's rather funny... and it goes hand-in-hand with the other dating pattern that has recently developed in my life... the father.
No no no, don't go getting any ideas! I haven't gone out with any of these guys' dads. But my friends have noticed and pointed out to me that, more often than not, when a potential suitor works up the courage to come have a chat with yours truly, his father is generally right around the corner. Yeah. It's awkward. And I'm not entirely okay with it.
Just another day in my life... but seriously. This happened twice in as many days when I was on a girls' trip to the beach recently. Both dudes were out at the bar with their pops (and one had his mom with him, too) when they each approached me. Now why didn't either of them go up to my friends instead of me? I wish I knew. I'm still trying to work out whether or not these guys were hitting on me for themselves or for their dads. And I'm not entirely sure I want to find out for sure.
That's a habit I'm a-okay with breaking.
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