And as and adult single, you start preparing yourself for The Question.
You practice your smile and shrug.
At best, they think you are some sort of puppy with a disease.
"There must be something we don't see." They say, and try to diagnose your problem.
At worst, they question your ability or desire for commitment and responsibility.
Or maybe you're just gay.
But this time I have a plan.
At the appointed time I will dash out and grab that tossed bouquet.
Then I'll fuck every unattached girl from the dance.
That should take care of 2 out of 3.