Leper Event

A few weeks ago, a blog I read regularly, let's call it Metropolist, had a post for a singles event that it was holding. It was being held in a store that we'll call Complete Edibles. My immediate reaction was "Ha, ha! This is for losers!" But then I thought, maybe this could be fun, cute fun people shop at Complete Edibles.
I asked my co-worker X is she wanted to go. "Free food!" I said after I saw her horrified reaction. "What are you guys talking about?" asked our other co-worker, A. "Um, nothing. It's, uh, a singles event," I managed to choke out.
"I feel like a have a terrible disease. It's like I'm a leper," I said to X. She didn't want to go, but I told her it was too bad because I knew her name, birthday and email address and signed her up.
Today after work, I didn't feel like going. But when I showed up there was already a long line, so I decided I wouldn't be suffering alone. Of course the people in front of me and behind me were both women. In fact it seemed like the whole line was women. "I'm treating this like a sociological experiment," said the girl in line in front of me. After signing in, I introduced myself to a girl I recognized from NYU, I'd seen her at the Okkervil River show too. At the mixers table, I talked to another girl. "You're supposed to be talking to guys, not girls!" her friend admonished her. I felt like damaged goods, but she was right. I looked across the street at the basketball court, a group of 5 girls and 2 guys were playing. Are there any guys in New York? NYU girl and I ran into each other again at the alcoholic sorbet cart. We discussed the Richard Serra show at Moma, NYU, and New York was full of women. At least I got my grocery shoppind done.