Heading into a wedding alone is about as daunting as that dream in which you show up to school late and naked, so try to save a solo guest some stress.
You’ve seen her: the one who suddenly feels like her dress is too tight, squeezing the air from her lungs like a boa constrictor and preventing her from getting the breath needed to make small talk. I have walked through a cocktail reception with feigned purpose, pretending to be looking
for my treasured friend who, conveniently, must be just out of sight. I can recognize that girl anywhere now: She is leaning on a tippy cocktail table, furiously pretending to fire off emails that can’t possibly wait until morning; she is stalling in the bathroom, brushing her glossy hair aimlessly before heading
back out into the fray; she is slyly eyeing everyone at the bar, wondering who will be the one to strike up a conversation and save her. She was me, and now I am her saviour. Will tonight be the night you become someone’s hero? Will you go up to her and say hi and make her night?