Singledom and Christmas Give Me a Scar and a Black Eye
I’m not being dramatic. I actually have a huge cut on the side of my eye. My black eye. And tonight is my company’s holiday party. Fan-fucking-tastic. It probably needs a stitch or two, but as someone with a huge scar from surgery across my knee, I don’t go around getting stitches for just any damn little thing.
It started last night. All my friends were busy and so I guiltlessly started on last night’s plan to have a nice night in, complete with buying and decorating a Christmas tree.
I went to a grocery store where I knew there were trees. I pulled up and it was a happy little winter wonderland. Without the snow. And instead of elves there were three high school boys in work gloves and instead of animals frolicking about there were–ick–children.
A huge section of the parking lot was filled with trees of all kinds and sizes. There were tons of young couples and families. And then me.
