I went to a bridal party once. If there were any bridal parties after that that I was invited to, I probably avoided them. A woman right out of high school, whom I’d met at the Bun n’ Cone (don’t laugh, that’s the real name), invited me to come to the party at her house that evening after work, and to the wedding the following day.
I felt a little uncomfortable going to her wedding. I didn’t know anyone, including her, really, but I went to her house that night because of the look on her face when we were closing up. It was a look you can’t say no to. It is the look of a nice person with whom you might develop a friendship once you got passed all the things you don’t have in common...[more HERE]
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