$10 says S. will find a boyfriend first

It's always the case in a group of friends - someone drifts off into coupledom and leaves the others behind to fend for themselves as singles in the mad jungle of the meat market. I am the guilty one here, as I do not venture out into Manhattan after twilight on the weekends, leaving my single friends S. and G. to go out to bars and clubs by themselves. Naturally, S. and G. are becoming closer, but that's fine - I cannot stand to sound presumptious or smug when the conversation inevitably turns to what it is like being single. Usually, I enjoy having dinner with one or both of them, before leaving them to head off to their parties. Last week, I had dinner with S., and imagined I would hear more about the new bar that she had been at. Instead, I found her in a mood.
"We had brunch at a friend's house, and everyone there wanted to have their cards read," she said. "I hate tarot cards."
"Mm," I said, instead of what I thought: they are tools of the Devil, and for superstitious people. Why is it that some people find these things so fascinating?
"Do you know why they wanted to have their cards read? It's because they all wanted to find out when they were going to find the right guy! I mean, how stupid is that? It's so desperate, you know? I ended up saying to them, 'Do you think guys sit around at home and wonder if they're going to meet the right girl?'" S. punched her hand up in the air.
"Ooh. I bet that didn't go down very well," I said. She grimaced.
"It didn't go down very well, no. One of the girls there said, 'What does it matter what the guys think? We're having fun,' but the problem was, I wasn't having fun. It was just so pathetic, I left."
"Well done," I said.
"I mean, it's not healthy, is it? If the cards say you're going to meet someone this July, you're going to subconsciously be thinking about it in July, and it's just silly to think that because of some cards," S. went on. "Why should I have to think that? I think the girls sometimes just get obssessive about this."
A group of girls giggling over tarot cards telling them when the right man will appear in their life, and S.'s rationality blasting through it all... I shook my head.
"Let's drink," I said.