" I was dreading my colleague's wedding since (once again) I didn't have a date. But I had to go since she's a good work friend and I wanted to support her. At the same time, going to yet another wedding by myself was beyond humiliating.
On the day of the wedding, I brought a gold band with me. It was a pathetic attempt to pretend I had a husband who was away on business, but at least the lie gave me the strength to endure comments from well-meaning friends and family who kept asking where my husband was and then giving me an infuriating sympathetic smile.
At the end of the beautiful ceremony, we all rushed out to watch the bridal party zip off for photos. I drove to the closest fast-food restaurant to soothe my injured pride.
As I sat nibbling on fries a well dressed man came in, ordered and sat close by. We smiled at each other and shared a laugh, knowing our formal wear was totally out of place in this greasy fast-food joint. I left for the reception before Mr. Fries-and-7-Up did, but we saw each other there too and shared a laugh (as I secretly slipped my fake wedding ring off my finger!).
We kept catching each other's eyes during the speeches and throughout dinner. I felt like one of the bad girls back in school who wasn't paying attention in class. But he had my attention. Later he asked me to dance, and we both laughed at our awkwardness on the dance floor.
I had heard of singles hooking up at weddings, but it was so much fun I didn't worry about it. At the end of the night, we hugged and exchanged numbers. It's been 8 months now since my colleague's wedding - and now we're planning our own!"
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