Dating Donts: The Case For Being The Third Wheel

I, on the other hand, was doing the same kind of shit I always did watching television, reading books, cooking way too much food for one person, and plucking my eyebrows while watching old So You Think You Can Danceroutines on YouTube. When catalogued, these rituals paled in comparison to the things my coupled friends were doing. They were forging meaningful relationships and traveling the world while I participated in sketchy at-home grooming routines and occasionally had string cheese and a handful of chips for dinner. This bothered me at first, in a very muddled, deep way that I couldnt quite put my finger on. The thing about being the only single person in your group of friends is that your alone-ness is on constant display. At dinner, the natural place for you to sit is at the head of the table, presiding over the others attendees like some sort of weird mother figure or visiting dignitary, entertaining questions and providing comic relief. At first, that was the thing about hanging out with my coupled friends that bummed me out the pressure to paste a smile on my face and provide charming anecdotes about my life as an untethered woman could be tiresome. But after a while? Full story: