singles party

T. told me to reserve my evening at the end of the month. at first she wouldn't tell me why. which was fine, except i'm anal about certain things, one of which being that i like to be able to write something down in my diary. just 'reserved' doesn't do it for me. so she ended up telling me she and Mr. J. were organising a singles party. and i thought, oh god... not my kind of thing. meeting guys is all very nice and well, but actually going to a singles party, that simply adds pressure. but T. was adamant, i couldn't not go. after all, she said, it was organised for me, as a result of her poor performance in finding me a boyfriend. well, that's her version anyway. his version, when he sent me an email asking me to be there, was that i would be essential in making people meet, as that's what i do best. that and if i couldn't make it that day, the event would have to be postponed. bloody hell...