Coming through!

This afternoon I was jogging. The park wasn't crowded at all, but this older couple walked along taking up the entire sidewalk. It's a walkway wide enough for a truck to drive on and one couple blocked the entire thing.

The first time passed them, I slipped by on the very inner edge of the concrete and grass. But the next time they were walking in the middle until I got close to them and they moved left, to the inside right in my path. Instead of veering around them again, I kept running.

"Coming through," I said.

They moved. If they said anything back I didn't hear them through my buds.

I never understand why some people think that just because they're a couple they can take up too much space. Control situations. Being a couple gives you no extra rights. It's a couples world out there, and it frustrates me sometimes. The first question when you walk into a restaurant alone is, "Will anyone be joining you?" My car even only holds two.

My friend that eloped to Bora Bora last fall has a delayed wedding reception of sorts this weekend. The invitation says, "Dine, Dance, Celebrate." Although it doesn't say the word, I read couples into that. Maybe that's what's bugging me. I've had the invitation for weeks and have been totally comfortable going alone. I enjoy talking to men, women, married, single. But it's the dancing. I don't want to be the one standing to the side watching all of the couples have fun.

Maybe I want to be a couple for this one.  But if I go alone, this single girl's comin' through.

Love to the single girls,
Addison