A semi-bad band was still playing a series of covers of mostly 00s songs. If only they knew any good ones.

I sat off in a corner, watching my younger sister Marie and her newly minted husband George dance.

She was a vision of loveliness, in her elegant white gown, though I'd never admit it. She was to me, forever and always, the little brat who went out of her way to make my life harder than it had to be.

George and I were friends, once, but we lost touch after high school. He went off to some ritzy college in New England. He ended up in finance. I stayed here and went to trade school. Now we had almost nothing in common now, except my sister.

But I knew he was a solid guy, that much hadn't changed. He'd take good care of my sister. She'd be great for him too, she had a knack for keeping things organized.

Also it'd help him deal with the lost of his parents a few years ago. Some drunk fool had crashed into them. Wish I could have been there for him.

Actually that's how he re-met my sister she was off at a program in New York, he had gotten involved in order to help take his mind off of things and that was that.

I had already had the obligatory Big Brother talk with him, I knew Dad had given him the third degree as well. We were all laughing about it at the Bachelor Party last night, between all the beer and the rounds of pool. It was a good time for sure and nobody got lost nor was anybody's tiger stolen. Surprising I know.

While it might look like I was being a loner, I was really just resting my feet. I had danced up a storm earlier. First with Mom, and then Marie. After that all the bridesmaids wanted a turn seeing how well I could twirl them. Then every lady who came by herself ask for a turn. I wasn't so crass as to deny them.

Sadly though that was as far as it would ever go. In all my 30 years of life I'd never even had one date. Not for lack of trying either. No matter where I went or what I tried not one had ever agreed to go out one a first date. Not a dance or my prom ended without every girl wanting a dance but not a one wanted to actually turn it into a date.

I wasn't ugly, and I was in better shape than most guys. I had bought and paid for my own house, and owned my car. Ran my own business and had plenty of money coming in, so long as you didn't want to live like the 1%.

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Hell, I even tried self help books and speed dating. What a bunch of hooey.

The one time I broke down and asked the lady, all I got was, "You don't look like you need anyone." What the hell did that mean?

Not one women even tired to take advantage of me for my money.

It was like there was a big sign that said not this one, over my head.

It was the one thing my Mom gave me shit over. She wanted grandbabies to spoil yesterday and hated that I seemed like I wasn't going to provide them. Well, I'm sure Marie and George would handle that now. They'd said they be trying for one as fast as possible. Which was my sister's way of saying they had already been going for it.

The music changed and Dad and Mom were taking a spin around the floor. You might think it was my Mom that had got me into ballroom dance but nope that was my Dad. He used to say it was the best way to get a lady. I believed him and got pretty good at it.

My Mom she got me into cars. I fixed the odd one up here and there for fun these days.

It was good to see that they still loved each other after 32 years together. I hoped to find someone, someday. I didn't like living alone.

Work was good, I had been running my own business as a Electrician for about two years now. Demand was high, but I had held off finding another qualified Electrician or even an apprentice to help out. Something about inviting people I didn't know into something I built myself just didn't sit right with me. Always busy was good, less time to think, and the money was great.

Dad hadn't agreed. He was a Lawyer and some part of him still wanted me to go to College and pick up something like him. Sorry Dad the law didn't interest me in the slightest.

That was one of the surprisingly good parts of last night he didn't say a thing about it and we had actually talked. He was happy to see me succeed, even if it wasn't what he had envisioned for me.

I thought about hit the dance floor again when I saw Marie and George getting ready to sneak off. It was part of the plan, Mom and Dad would handle getting everyone and everything where they needed to be later.

Well I figured I at least could see them on their way.

I snuck out and was waited by their limo.

As they finally made their way out, they caught sight of me and we all laughed.

That was the great thing about my family, we loved to laugh. "A sense of humor will keep you sane." Mom said it all the time, I couldn't help but to agree.

"Have a good Honeymoon in Hawaii." I meant it too. For all the sibling bullshit, I loved my sister. And George and I might just be able to become buddies again.

"Bro you take care of yourself. Find a date while we are gone okay." She couldn't help it, she and mom were more alike than either would admit.

"Take it easy, Ryan." George shook my hand.

"You too, George."

Then my eyes widened, as I stood there holding the limo door open.

A sedan had jumped the curve and was coming right for us, but they had their backs to it.

I pushed them out of the way.

I felt just the barest contact with the front bumper.

Then I was somewhere else.