We have a choice...we can either rally up every miserable, single person in the city and have a giant pitty party, or we can put on our big-girl pants and celebrate singleness.
Don't be anyone's side dish. If you're in this kind of situation and I'm offending you that's just too bad, because you need to hear it. Reality Check- A man doesn't want a side of broccoli when he has a giant steak in front of him. FYI- You're not the steak.