Oh, but some people. They want love.
|Henri Matisse, 1922, Espagnole à la mantille|
We were confused, but not for long. A sign - typed up and printed out via personal computer and encased in it's very own plastic frame - sat perched on a table, explaining it all:
DUCHESS COUNTY SINGLES MEET UP
There were only like six of them wearing the telltale name tags. Four women and two men. A few of the women chatted amiably. The rest sat in silence. Everyone had one eye trained on the door.
I'm not one of those people who thinks you have to be shacked up to be happy. Plenty of people are psyched to be alone, miserable as a couple, and all the variations in between. But to be single in a small town and not want to be? Oy. I felt their pain.