In my time as a "single and looking" girl, I found that there was one accessory that I couldn't live without.
And no, it wasn't a fancy lip gloss, the perfect bag or up to date cell phone.
It was the wing-woman.
The girl who, like me, was also single and looking.
The girl who I could spend all my free time with while I waited, however impatiently for my knight in shining armor. With each other around we weren't lonely or desperate, we were single and fabulous... the world of men at our fingertips.
But I've recently got to thinking about my wing woman... and how she now finds herself not only without a man, but also without another single girl to pass her weekends with. She's in a place where all her closest friends are in relationships and she's the last single girl of the bunch, waiting, however impatiently for her knight in shining armor.
And where our conversations were once filled with stories of drunken absurdity, passionate crushes, and "those particular guys," I think they now revolve around me filling her in and her feeling left out... because the common ground we once found ourselves on has shifted.
But while things may seem awkward now, I hope this shift is just a tiny crack in our friendship...
One that we can smooth over with time and her eventual happiness, rather than a crevice large enough to disappear in should my wing-woman find herself unable to fly.