Consider yourself chastised

That’s it, I’ve had it.

All of you people who think I should patron places like “bars” and “clubs” and “supermarkets” and “libraries” in search of boys, just give up. There is no reason for me to talk to complete strangers, if you all won’t talk to friends of friends.

I threw a great party, but after the beginning, I got distracted with kitchen matters and didn’t do much for introductions. Yes, I could have done better. But so could you. SHAME, SHAME on you guests. I don’t want to hear how my friends from high school wouldn’t mingle. And I don’t want to hear how my college friends wouldn’t mingle. To this I have to say, I guess I’m much more fabulous than you, because my friends talk to me.

I was a little busy with the not burning the house down, and all. Take some initiative. Most of you have at least met before. You read the blogs. You know I’m a friend in common. Mostly, you’re not strangers, you’re friends of friends. And friends of friends are perfectly acceptable conversation partners.

It’ll probably be a while before I empty enough people out of my house to have another party. And, next time I’ll probably have all disposable partyware, and onion dip from a box. Then I’ll have time and energy to force some kind of interaction, because, apparently, you need it. But remember, at my wedding to lovely boy not met while on the prowl for fresh meat, I’m not going to be nearly as understanding.