The other day, I acted like an adult. I filled my gas tank completely. I bought a greeting card. I drove two hours to a housewarming party.
At first, I didn’t know anybody else at the housewarming (except the host and her mom, who also happened to be my yoga instructor). I made small talk with various individuals, and I sat at a table that was fairly empty.
It soon filled with married couples and babies.
Now, let me just pause to say I had a delightful time! The conversation was fun, the food was delicious, and everyone was full of smiles. The babies were adorable, and the married couples were happy and in lurve.
I just felt slightly out of place.
For the first time in awhile, I was extremely aware of my sexuality and singleness. It’s been a long time since I’ve attended a non-family function that wasn’t completely filled with same-sex couples. Now, everyone was friendly, and, although my sexuality wasn’t really discussed, they were all open-minded. Additionally, at one point, while we all ate, I noticed that I was literally surrounded by babies– I was in the middle of the table, and the eating babies were on both sides of me! They were absolutely adorable, but the couples and babies surrounding me only ignited my desire to settle down and have babies.
It’s weird how spending an afternoon in the suburbs can affect you.
I ended up playing frisbee with a little kid for awhile, then playing corn hole with some baby-less adults for awhile. This taught me that: a) little kids are more fun than babies sometimes and b) it’s fun to act like a kid when you’re an adult. I also learned that lacy shirts are a bad idea if you’re going to be in the sun.
You end up with sunburn like this:
Other than baby fever and being aware of your singleness, what does acting like an adult and attending a fabulous housewarming party make you feel?