So I went to my first "dinner party" tonight. Well, it wasn't really a dinner part; more like a barbecue of sorts. On the plus side, most of the people there were single, so it didn't fall under the classification of a party among married friends. I never want to be the token single girl who laughs too loudly, has a mingled look of longing and envy in her eyes as she watches her friends with their husbands, and always receives comments from both sexes, either their efforts to set her up, or some falsely sympathetic comment like, "I wish I had my own agenda!" or "I wish I didn't have to put up with this handsome man for the rest of my life!" Comments that kind of make the girl's blood bubble. Then again, perhaps being older and single isn't as bad as Bridget Jones makes it out to be!
Anyway, it felt good to be among older people. The conversation was intelligent and witty, and it helped that the people I was with are the kind of people who aren't strategic or calculating, but warm and accepting and genuine. I'd met most of the people before, but it'd been a long time since I'd seen most of them, and I'd generally run with their little brothers and sisters in the past.
As much as I craved that kind of mature, civilized conversation, I realized that I am the young one who needs to learn the sort of etiquette of being in the presence of real, live adult friends. I will let you know what I discover, particularly as I learn from my own mistakes!
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