that 43T has a higher than average proportion of introverts. I suppose if you’re introverted and you’ve always felt there was something wrong with you (god forbid!) then reading this article would be nice because you’d realise you weren’t alone.

I suppose I’d rather he’d chosen his words differently. Both sides can learn from each other, there’s no need for this “we’re better than them, so ner!” type stuff.

Couldn’t agree more with you about weddings, I don’t enjoy them much either, which is always tricky as everyone else is making such a big thing about having a Good Time.

“Also, I am traumatized by weddings.”

LOL LOL LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!

Me too! Gawd, how I hate weddings. I will do and say almost anything to get out of going to one…..and I refuse invitations to participate anymore in the wedding party and have to subject myself to being primped, preened and made to wear ridiculously over the top gowns that would usually only be proper attire at a pre civil war costume party…........Allow me to paint a ghastly picture of one of my experiences:

Friend from high school asked me to be her maid of honor at her west coast wedding. I wasn’t really sure why, as we hadn’t maintained close contact in some time. But it seemed very important to her that I participate, so I said yes. Women who want weddings seem to want their “dream weddings” so I was trying to be a very good sport about it all, do my part to see that she got her wish. From the moment I set foot in L.A. though my aesthetic sensibilities were assaulted regularly. Whether it was spending HOURS in the bridal shop getting fitted for the custom made Ugliest Dress in the Known Universe (fuschia, with a multicolored lace overlay across the bosom, poofy arms, tight as sausage casing thru the torso where it then exploded into this profusion of ruffles and bows at the knee….), or having to get my nails “done” by having bright pink acrylic ones glued onto my own, having my hair done up in a gravity defying procession of Shirley Temple curls and PLASTIC beads and flowers clipped into them (the plastic beads and flowers almost made me give it up and head straight to the airport)then having to come up with a toast speech for a woman I hardly knew anymore who had me in an outfit where I looked like an extra from a scene right out of an old west saloon film…....I half expected James Arness or John Wayne to belly up to me at the bar, where I spent a LOT of time, and attempt to solicit my affections. When the time came for the ceremonious bouquet throwing I went and hid in the ladies room. I heard the bride, over the PA system “WHERE is my maid of honor????”, so I slunk my way back into the ballroom, as best as I could move in a dress that had me wrapped as tight as a mummy. She had me stand in the front of the group of women who had gathered for the bouquet toss. I knew what her intention was, as I was there with my then boyfriend, and as she aimed it right at me, bitch, I ducked and it was caught by one of the other bridesmaids who was ecstatic. Better her than me…..Every time I look at a picture of that wedding party it brings tears to my eyes. The kind you get from laughing so hard you cry. Because we all look so ridiculous in those dresses. Oh, but she got her perfect wedding, so that’s all that matters I guess. Now they’re getting their perfect divorce. And I don’t participate in weddings anymore unless someone holds a gun to my head….................

43T is a place where we introverts can interact without getting worn out . . . and if we do, we can just go away for a little while.