Recently, someone said recently, “It’s not the same anymore…you’re no longer just one.”

For years, I scoffed at couples. Especially the kind that would disappear and forget that friends ever existed. I vowed I wouldn’t be one of them. Invite me out to something? Of course! Girls night out? Yes, of course. Clubs, bars, whatever? Yes, of course (that is if I am not in my “I feel too old” phase). Let a male friend crash at my apartment? Yes, as long as the guy did not push the wrong buttons. Go out on a week night? Sure, why not. Free on the weekend? Usually.

But no, to be one of those people. Suddenly lumped with the it’s not the same. I haven’t disappeared off the face of the earth. If you catch me in the right social media—my blog, my twitter, my facebook—I am still there.

Still though, there’s something different when I RSVP for a party. I have always been a wallflower, but now with no hesitation, I put down 2.

Because surely, he will make me meet new people when usually I hover around the snack table, eating the cookies and candy in anxiety.