Right? 

Not necessarily. In my new book, The Wedding Date single girl Delilah James is invited to her oldest friend’s wedding and vows (pun intended) to bag herself a boyfriend in time for the nuptials. Dating-disaster shenanigans ensue but it doesn’t have to be that way. Oh no, my friend! You can be single and have fun at a wedding.

There are plenty of pros to having a plus-one at a wedding but there are also plenty of pros for flying solo.

Now I’m not having a cruel jibe here. I’m talking about well-meaning great-aunt wotsit pinching your cheek and uttering those cringe-worthy words it’ll be you next while winking at the bloke next to you. You know, the bloke you’ve been on a total of six dates with and is now planning the quickest exit from the venue. Good going, great-aunt wotsit!

Well, what else are you supposed to do with it, eh? Cake is meant to be eaten and when there’s a buffet table stuffed with the gorgeous sweet treats, dig in. Literally. Get a shovel and fill your boots (or your mouth, rather). Without a date to impress, you don’t have to be on your best behaviour and nibble on a carrot stick lightly caressed with dip (as if I ever would. But you know, some women have self-control…)

The best man, family and friends of the bride and groom, waiters and bar staff. They’re all up for grabs (as long as they’re single and not part of YOUR family too, obv). So get on the dance floor and show them your best moves or, if you’re like me and possess zero moves – best or otherwise – simply get flirty.

Ok, so you haven’t got a boyfriend, never mind a fiancé, but there will be plenty of women who covet that bouquet so that they can be the next bride swaying to I Will Always Love You with their new husband. So catch that bouquet and dash their dreams. Why should they have it all? Evil, yes. Fun, most definitely. Especially if they truly believe all that bouquet-catching guff. 

With nobody else to consult with, YOU choose when to leave. If the party is a snooze-fest with too many speeches and not even booze, you can slip out and go home to your PJs and boxsets whenever you feel like it. Or, if you’re having a whale of a time, you don’t have to drag yourself away from the Macarena because your plus-one needs to be up early/is having about as much fun as a nun in a strip club. You can stay until the DJ has packed up, pocketing the leftover cake and taking it home to eat in your PJs.

However you spend the wedding, remember to have fun. Who cares if you’re single? There are worst things to be, after all.