Alone on a Friday

I'm irritated with my friends. They have left me alone on a Friday night with promises of "I guess I'll call you later" and hang up before we can make plans. No one wants to make plans with me. I'm the boring friend. I'm the homebody. I'm the ugly one. The Rhoda.

One friend is out of town with a long lost friend.
One friend is seeing a movie she's already seen with another friend.
Two friends are married, call at the last minute, and can never make up their minds.
One friend is getting her hair done.

It almost seems like I would be better off without friends. Because I am the plan B friend, which is not the friend I want to be. I want to be the friend everyone calls because they know what a great time they'll have with me laughing and talking and doing whatever. The friend that's on the top of the invite list instead of the if there's room list and the if I can't find anyone else list. The friend on the private engagement list.

But I'm not. That sucks.