6 is an odd number

"Wow that's weird they have an odd number of seating."
Everyone at the table scoots over. The conversations continue. The room is filled with laughter and deep voices regaling stories of travel and work. A chair is brought over to the table. Now everyone has a place.

But there were six seats. How is that odd? Easy, I sat down.

I attended a holiday dinner for my companies project. Almost all in attendance brought their spouses. Those who didn't, their spouses couldn't make it. Except for me. I had no significant other, boyfriend...nothing, but me.

I was excited to go. Those who know me know that the prospect of free food always gets me excited. Hey what can I say. I'm easy to please.

As the date inched closer I began to feel uneasy. I'm relatively new, dont say more than two words in passing to these people and well it would be all couples.

Don't fret I'm used to being the single woman out. And well, it was free food. I'll look good. I'll go, I'll mingle, I'll have fun and - did I mention free food?

I sat at a table with two other couples and low and behold another walks over. "Thats odd only one chair."

No one even realized that the single girl sat there and threw it off, well until I told them.

Sometimes though I feel this society is so geared towards couples and families, that you are not truly accepted until you "join the club."

It can become hard to enjoy the season you are in when the world tells you "You're in the wrong season!"

The older I have gotten the less things bother me. I walked into that room with myself. And I had a ball, and when their weren't enough chairs because I threw off the count, well someone just pulled up one and everything was okay.

And guess what? Being single is okay.