The Single Guy and the Ribbon Cutting

When was the last time I did a post like this? It’s been a long time. And, I think, most of that is because I haven’t really given much thought to my status as a Single Guy lately. I mean, of course I’m still single. I just haven’t been dating and haven’t had much of a desire to date, so it’s just been status quo.

I actually had a conversation about this a couple weeks ago with a friend. It’s my fault, because I’m the one who brought it up. It was after our staff retreat and I began talking about how I consider our staff to be my family these days. I don’t have a wife or kids, so these people are who I invest in.

This led to the question of whether or not I would ever be interested in getting married and having kids someday. My answer… maybe. Thing is, I go back and forth. Sometimes, I think it’d be great to have someone I could share my life with. But most of the time, I think… I’m alone and I’m responsible for no one but me. That’s kind of nice.

Also, let’s be honest about the place I live. Blacksburg is a fantastic place, it really is. But all the women I know are either available and too young for me or age appropriate and married. So that leaves me without a lot of options that I’m aware of. But that’s okay.

Anyway, I’m not writing this post to once again explain why I’m still single. I’m writing this because of an experience I had today.

I was invited to the ribbon cutting of a business that a friend of mine started up earlier this year. They’ve done extremely well since beginning and recently moved into a new office space.

I’m horrible at ribbon cuttings. Really, I’m horrible at any event that involves networking and mingling with a roomful of strangers. Yet, here I was. Because I wanted to support my friend. It’s really exciting to see someone you know succeeding at something that they’re exceptionally good at.

Thankfully, there were a number of people there that I already knew. So I was able to limit my socializing to people I was comfortable talking to. But I did let my eyes wander through the crowd. It’s good to keep an eye on things, just in case a Jason Bourne type is there to cause trouble while grazing at the free food table.

I’m kidding. I’m just slightly ADD, so it’s hard not to let my eyes wander as people are constantly moving around.

And then I couldn’t help but notice someone in the room. She might have been one of the most attractive women I’ve ever seen. Maybe it was the hair. Maybe it was the white sweater that was so bright it looked like she was glowing. She was kind of gorgeous.

But did I talk to her? Absolutely not.

For starters, the only thing that terrifies me more than homicidal clowns is the prospect of talking to a pretty girl. Thing number 2: remember when I wrote in the above paragraphs about how women in Blacksburg fall into two categories for me? Well, she didn’t have a wedding ring on, so where do you think that places her?

I let scenarios play in my head, as I often do. I could have approached her and introduced myself and simply asked how she was connected to all of these ribbon cutting shenanigans. I could have told her she reminded me of someone I knew in a previous life. I could have pulled a play from 10 Things I Hate About You and sung an embarrassing, but awesome, song to her. I could have complimented her sweater and asked what detergent she uses (seriously, blindingly white).

But all of those scenarios involved talking to her. And that would have caused me to, probably, lose my firm grasp on the English language.

So, I guess I just have to be content with the ending: “And he never saw her again.”

One thought on “The Single Guy and the Ribbon Cutting

  1. Ugh. This makes my heart ache. I wish you would have spoken to her! The not knowing would kill me if I were you, more than the possibility of the shoot-down. I’m sure you know this, but – Always remember you don’t have to approach a girl with the “date me” mentality. Just casually say hello and see how it feels. Or not. Sorry, my hopeless romantic runs rampant all. of. the. time.
    Ps. Her sweater was probably brand new & not yet washed. Ha!

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