The wedding I attended was almost precedent-setting.
I ate good food. I mingled with good friends. I crossed paths with a pretty redhead wearing glasses.
Glasses always get me.
This wedding was almost precedent-setting because of the declaration I committed to afterwards but never followed. I was convinced the pretty redhead wearing glasses was as interested in me as I was her. I, however, never did anything about it. It sent me into a spiral about my latest romance interests and their feasibilities. Spoiler alert: I never saw this girl again.
The countdown to my new apartment dulled the sting.