Just over three months later, I was finally starting to get used to this business of 'being single'. I was enjoying it, even. Sure, having another body to warm a winter bed is always nice, and there are lots of other benefits to companionship, but you know what? Being single is all right! And I mean that in the warm, southern accented, "Alllll Rightt!!!" kind of way, which indicates not just indifference, but dare I say it - appreciation.

So imagine my surprise this morning when, while walking to work, I happened upon a very interesting poster stapled to a pole on Barrington Street, downtown Halifax. Not only was this poster visually eye-catching, but it carried a very intriguing, and surprising announcement:

Apparently I am engaged to be wed.

This is not usually the kind of news you get second hand. I don't think it is, anyway. As it turns out, the author of the poster is a high school student enrolled in the Khyber Kids weekend art classes. And apparently it's semi-serious. Well, no, I mean, it's implications are genuine, not the wedding part. But you probably could have figured that out.

Now, I don't know if this was just a fun poster, or if there will genuinely be some sort of get-together at 1588 Barrington Saturday afternoon.. but it begs an important question: Should I go? My first response was "I'ma crash that!" I wanted to wear a suit, and show up to schmooze, and accept my congratulatory handshakes, and drinks - well wishings for a happy married life. But you know what? After some actual thought, a 24 year old man walking in to a room full of teenagers, one of whom has a non-secret 'crush on', just doesn't seem right, no matter what the intentions. So I then devised another scheme - one with a more transparent air of humour: Maybe I should go in disguise. That would be funny, and might excuse me from any actual crush-confrontation. But after more thought, I'm not sure that even that is really a 'comfortable' option. Cute or not, from a certain perspective, pretty much every option seems at least a little creepy. So I don't think I'll go.

I should at least inform my parents of the wedding though. They'll be so proud.