So as you might have figured out, I did manage to find a dress. After hours of painful searching (and I mean PAINFUL), as a last-ditch effort I stopped into JC Penney’s and, lo and behold, found the PERFECT dress. It was floor-length, black, and I didn’t look like I had been stuffed into it! To top it all off, it was only $80 on sale! Wahoo! Thankfully, I already had a handbag and shoes so once the dress was found, I was set.

I know you’re all wondering how the event went, so without further ado…

I left work around 1:45, had my hair done up and was back at the house by 4 leaving me just enough time to change and get out the door by 4:30. I was to meet Alex and a bunch of other people in the Old Cafe at the Union League (Broad & Sansom – it’s that old funky building with the two rounded staircases in front).

I got there early, but that was fine. I settled in with a glass of wine and waited for everyone else to arrive. A friend of Alex’s named Lindsey (male) showed up first. Then Alex and his friend Sharon (who he was setting up with another friend of his) showed up followed by a friend of Sharon’s and another friend of Alex’s and the six of us headed up to the party.

Cocktails and hors’dourves lasted until 8 when then ushered us into the main banquet room for Scottish highland dancers, dinner (which sadly included haggis), and ballroom-style dancing.

As for Alex, well, let’s just say that I’ve managed to filter out one more guy from my future husband search. Don’t get me wrong – I liked him a lot…he’s a nice guy and fun, but there’s just zero attraction there – not to mention he dropped me on the dance floor…literally.

Here is a picture of us:

So I spent a portion of my drive home in tears over the fact that, even though I try to not get hopes up when meeting a new guy (eHarmony-originating or not) I still do. I guess I’m just an optimist at heart and want to believe that each new guy might be THE guy, and yet instead every new guy is another one who isn’t. I just keep thinking that this losing streak has got to break sometime – then again, it took the Red Sox over 80 years to win another World Series. On the positive side, they did win another one – on the negative side, I don’t have 86 years to spare waiting for my World Series…I’m already 33 afterall. Even Bridget Jones was with Mark Darcy by 33…but let me just say that if I knew that I would eventually end up with Colin Firth, I don’t think I’d mind waiting so much. :)

Anyway, it was a fun evening overall, and I may have at least made a friend or two. Actually the friend of Alex that he brought (Sharon Bain) goes to Tenth. She’s been there for awhile, so you may have come in contact with her when you guys were here. She and I exchanged numbers and may get together.

For now I’ll go and leave you with some pictures below.  One is a landscape shot of all of us dancing, one is of me & Alex, and then finally another of Alex & myself along with a couple from our table.