On Saturday night, I hit up an '80s party with my dear friends Phoebe and Max, who've been married for just over a year now. I never mind tagging along with them because they never treat me like a third wheel.
While groovin’ to "Jesse’s Girl" on the dance floor, I glanced over at the cute couple and realized that I've been caught in this scenario for the majority of my adult life: hanging out solo with my coupled friends.
A slew of memories flooded my mind: Endless dinners with my sister and her boyfriend, drinks with Elizabeth and Tony, brunch dates with Jose and Carmen, sushi night with Celine and Miguel, even a trip to Mexico with Ellen and Dustin.
I gasped as I realized that I’ve always been the third wheel.
As I quickly sucked down the last of my vodka cranberry, I tried to come to grips with this realization. I should feel thrilled that my friends love me around even when they’re with their special someone, but I was also worried that this Third Wheel phenomenon would never end. My imagination took over and I imagined myself 15 years from now, showing up at my friends’ child’s birthday party—all alone!
I snapped out of it when Phoebe grabbed my hand and spun me around to dance. I smiled, thankful for the amazing relationships I do have in my life. I can't predict the future, so I might as well enjoy the present and my amazing family and friends!
Are any of you going through the same thing? Does it freak you out at times that you always seem to be flying solo with all your coupled friends?