Life is full of awkward moments.
Like when your teenager gets knocked up and you hold her hostage and she enjoys it...
Or you're just a bit over zealous and take things a bit too far...
We all have those moments.
But when awkward meets invisible it can only mean one thing: single person at a Mormon mom party.
I was reminded of this last week when Natalie took me as her wing-sister to a MMP. I went willingly under the pretense that it was a dessert party. I was fully prepared for the dessert. I mean Mormons are fawesome bakeresses so there was sure to be brownies and things with coconut and something lemony and the random "I threw in some Rice Krispies for fun" concoction.
What I was not prepared for was the insane awkwardness that ensued the moment we entered the house.
Here's how it went:
Carrie, carrying a large plate of banana bread, and Natalie with a plate of brownies and strawberries walk into a big house where 15 other women are scattered around the living room/kitchen. All 15 women were engaged in various small group conversations about one of three topics
1. breast feeding
2. potty training
3. childbirth recovery time
No one looked at us. No one said hi to us. In fact no one acknowledged us in any way, shape, or form. In fact we didn't even have the opportunity to sneak a "hello everyone" in because not a soul even acted like they knew we had entered the room. And considering I've never given birth, been a milk machine, or had the pleasure of trying to teach a little person the in-and-outs of #1 or #2 I couldn't exactly hop in and offer my 2 cents on any of the topics.
So we stood next to the dessert pile. After about five uncomfortable minutes I turned to Natalie and asked, "so, uh, do you know anyone in this room?". To which she replied that she knew almost everyone, and that this was how she was usually greeted...or not greeted.
It was strange to feel invisible and to wish I could be invisible all at the same time.
While you'd be hard pressed to find a non-single LDS person who would admit it, I swear to you that the single LDS female is the social panty line of the LDS church.
Everyone knows it's there.
No one wants to point it out.
But you sure wish you were.