[1]This past Saturday and Sunday, two sets of gracious friends had dinner parties, to which I was invited. It’s lovely to be asked over for home-cooked meals, and I accepted happily. What I didn’t know in advance was that the guest list would be made up entirely of couples, except for me. I’m not saying that had I known about the demographics, I would’ve refused. But it gets tiring two evenings in a row. It takes work to remember that people probably aren’t looking at me with pity, thinking that I’m separate, different, alone. Each night, I returned home well fed. But I was happy to crawl into bed with an adoring dog.
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