Charming, but single

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An open letter to myself on the occasion of my friend's engagement

Dearest self,
So, one of your best friends from college is now engaged. One of the women who shared many a beer with you whilst lamenting the current state of her love life has found a great guy and they've had a whirlwind courtship and are going to make things official. One of the women who swore off men just as many times as you have now has a reason to never want to date again. (And for once, it's not because some issue-having loser didn't call, told any number of lies or just generally acted like a prick.)
You are happy for her. Obviously. She is marrying an absolutely fantastic man. He thinks she's the greatest thing since sliced bread (she feels the same way about him). He wants to be with her forever and ever (again, she agrees). You knew from the moment she introduced you to him, when they were just friends, before they were dating, that they would be perfect together and, as such, would end up together. He is the man she deserves and he deserves her. This is how courtship was meant to be.
You know this.
But there's that little pang of sadness and jealousy that's creeping over you. I know you. (I, technically, AM you.) You are starting to feel kind of weepy and bitter.
Self, I am warning you. Do NOT go there. Have a glass of wine. Toast your affianced amie. Gossip about the wedding. Tell the story about her engagement over and over again.
But, as someone who cares, I must demand that you do not, under any circumstance, become that woman who's drunk, spilling her wine, moping about and whining because she's the "last damn single woman in the whole damn world!"
That woman is unattractively bitter. That woman will have a KILLER hangover tomorrow. No one wants to be that woman. 
Put down that third glass of wine. You are full of grace and happiness and joy. You are wonderful. You WILL find someone (maybe at the wedding!) and you won't be alone forever. I promise.
Plus, you have months and months and months to find an acceptable date.
(From S -- This is just a little preventive damage control before I go out for dinner and drinks.)

Charming, but single is 25 26 27(!), lives in the Southern part of the U.S.A. and likes both her drinks and her boys tall. E-mail (listed below) her and she may respond. You can also IM her in AIM/AOL. (If she ever remembers to sign on.)
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