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Yesterday morning one of the girls I work with invited me to go see "Wedding Crashers" with her and 'a couple of friends'. I readily accepted, thinking that this would be my big moment to shine, and make a new group of friends. Of course I was the first one to arrive, so I tried to make myself look cool sitting in front of the theatre waiting for them to get there. I quickly realized that this wasn’t possible. They finally arrive…it is C and her boyfriend, her roommate and her boyfriend, and me. I stably wheeled over to them on my very prominent third wheel. But C mentioned that they were still waiting for someone, and then she spotted him over at the concession stand. Very slowly the whole situation began to come together: I was being set-up. There were so many thoughts running through my head. Fury at C. for not telling me what her meaning of ‘a couple of friends’ meant, embarrassment for being so socially inept that I could do nothing but say “nice to meet you” and then proceed to look at my shoes for inspiration, and so many other emotions that I couldn’t even give names to. Though I am confident that they were all members of the anxiety and embarrassment family. So several tense minutes later, a really cute blonde girl bounced up to our group. Guess who she was? Yep, Mr. Set Up’s girlfriend. Colour me put in my place. I am too self-centered for my own good. So now we were a nice awkward group of 7, with me being the one thing that just wasn’t like the others. So not only was I forced into a social situation where I only know one of the seven people there, but I am also the only single one there. N-i-c-e! I felt like I had SINGLE LOSER stamped across my forehead. It was such a disaster. Why is being single such a social stigma?? ARRGGHHH!