Prologue
"It is a truth universally acknowledged that there are no single men at a wedding. Despite what Hollywood will tell you, this is the truth. The most attractive guy in the room will be married with two kids. You will not be swept off your feet unless by your own klutziness. Do not pass Go, do not collect two-hundred dollars." I remember the text message like it was yesterday. One of my friends was lamenting to me about a wedding we attended and the lack of single men present. When I responded with the above, I'm fairly certain my words proved no balm. But this wedding had marked my seventh as a part of a bridal party, and one of many I had attended as a guest. I wore my "27 Dresses" badge with pride. If anyone in my circle of friends knew anything about weddings and the lack of single men, it was me. It was 2010. I was the ripe old age of 23, single, and working on my third year of my Bachelor's degree. I walked a fine line between cynicism and desperat...