Single Rider

I went to Canada's Wonderland today with my cousins who are visiting from Malta, along with my brothers and sister-in-law. In total, there were 9 of us.

Somehow, I ended up being the single rider all day long. Even when I asked to ride with either of my brothers, my sister-in-law, or any of my cousins. We'd end up shuffling around in the queue and then when we got up to the ride, I was alone.

At one point I was going to ride with my cousin's husband, when he left the queue feeling queasy. I'm such a man-repeller that I make them wanna puke.

Normally I wouldn't take such offense to the signs that say "Single Riders Keep Left". I don't think the staff at Wonderland ever took into consideration that some of their audience would in fact be heart-brokenly single.

I rode Behemoth three times in a row. The first time, I hung on for dear life. The second time, my arms were up. The third time, my arms and legs were up and out and loose. I soared up and down with the powerful but graceful momentum of the coaster. I prayed that gravity would suck me out of my seat and I would fly away to quiet oblivion.

No such luck.

Perhaps if Boy hadn't told me he didn't want a serious girlfriend *and* blown me off for drinks, I wouldn't have been so upset.