My best friend of 20 years got married a month ago on the same weekend that three high school classmates tied the knot with their respective spouses. Now my twin sister is getting married on Saturday.

Is there something in the air? Or is this what happens when you get into your mid-to-late 20s?

What I find most intriguing is the absolute lack of stress, anxiety and pressure I feel to follow suit. I see these happy couples standing together, vowing their true and honest — but not necessarily undying — love for each other and I feel a pang of, “Why not me?”

But that feeling goes down the hatch almost as fast as my champagne, and by the time we make it to the first dance, I’m already at the DJ table trying to decide which Britney Spears song I should request first.

And the fact that my sister — TWIN sister — is getting hitched should give me some kind of push in that direction, don’t you think? Aside from her, I’m the only family member with this surname left to find a mate and spread the family name/genes (my father was the only Winter of his generation to have procreated) and it’d be a real shame if the world were to someday have no Winters of our kind roaming the earth. We’re kind of awesome.

But I just don’t feel it. (Thank goodness.)

I suppose I should brace myself for an emotional roller coaster this weekend, though. I’m sure the reigning joke of the rehearsal dinner and reception will be something along the lines of, “Well Anne, now it’s your turn!” or “Where’s YOUR perfect match, huh?” or “Bet you’re jealous!”

I have two weapons that will be a cinch to get through airport security and foolproof for fending off drunk Italian family members:

1. “Hey, did I mention I work in porn? Let me tell you all about it.”

2. Mace, in a little tube that looks like lipstick. Single girl’s best friend.

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