I couldn’t even imagine what it would be like to be single at my age (40–shhhh).  I am so happy to be married (and happily married at that) with two kids who are amazing.  I sometimes forget how lucky I am.

My best friend is about a year older than me and isn’t married and doesn’t have kids.  Both things she wants.  She is beautiful, funny, loyal and smart.  She is a catch–she spent 8 prime years in a relationship that wasn’t a good fit and didn’t end the way it was supposed to.  That relationship ended when she was in her early thirties.  She is career-driven.  She is a doctor and was the head of her department at USC for years–the hours were long and LA is a hard place to meet people.

My best friend met a new guy and needed a wing man last night.  I was telling my husband that I was going to be her wing-man.  He asked me “What does a wing-man do?”

“I haven’t been out in the market since I was 25–how the hell do I know?”

“Well then why are you going?”

“There will be wine drinking and talking.”  Why else would I go out on a night that where I traveled home from Kansas City for a meeting then to a family dinner?  Wine and talking with my best friend.

So, turns out we were going to this “private” club, where it is byob.  So, I bring a nice ($65) bottle of wine and this club provides solo cups.  So, my best friend and I sit and drink our $65 bottle of wine out of solo cups and sit in a room where we are close to, if not, the youngest people in the room, so she could talk to a guy. A guy who worked the door, then left early because his son needed him to.

It’s funny when I say it out loud.  I am so glad that I am not single and I don’t have to worry about signals and how my ass looks in my jeans and what it means when someone does or doesn’t kiss me and how they do it, etc.