March is a busy month. No, it's not quite as busy as the Christmas or Valentine's Day season, but it's a month that is home to Saint Patrick's Day, daylight savings, and Women's History Month. More noteworthy, however, is the fact that it is home to formal season. While not everyone is privy to this *delightful* season, those of us in collegiate organizations all know it's coming when our friends start discussing which dress from Tobi they should buy (and what new account name they should buy it under to get that #Tobi50), who they should take, and what funny anecdote they should write on the Google Doc.

This is a time when, like Valentine's Day, the couples nefariously laugh at how easy they have it, and singles haphazardly scramble to find someone decent to take.

Dear, dear single friends. I know what you're thinking. It's probably somewhere along the lines of, "Oh, sh*t." The mixed feelings of dread, anticipation and nausea hit you like a tornado on drugs. Who should you take? Should you get set up? Should you take that old hookup? Oh no, what if he thinks you still like him? D*mnit, you never should have burnt that bridge with that frat boy you were seeing three months ago. Should you take a friend? Should you take a GDI? My God, maybe you just shouldn't go!

Friend, I am here to tell you that it will be alright. You will find a formal date. How do I know?

I recently read an articlethat was really quite sweet. It was about conjoined twins who both fell in love with a man they met while working in the circus. He was a sound engineer, and surprisingly, shared their feelings. His direct words were, "Ever since I met them I have considered their pain as my own. I have always been like this. I have always treated other people's troubles as my own and tried to make things better... Now, every night I sit with them. We share a meal on the terrace and talk about our lives. I sit with them in the evening breeze and we share our joys and our sorrows."

You read that correctly. Even though these women--who had been single all their lives--shared limbs, they were able to find a decent, kind-hearted man.

My guess is that, whoever you are, there's a distinct possibility that you were fortunate enough to have been born with all of your limbs as your own. As a result, I sincerely believe that if these two conjoined women can find love, you can at the very least find a formal date.

I know he's most-likely not going to share a meal with you on the terrace, and he probably won't notice the evening breeze or ask about your joys and sorrows. These women clearly have beautiful souls, and I don't know about the quality of yours. Nonetheless, your formal date will at the very least stand next to you in pictures, share a meal with you, and provide you with a laugh or two throughout the night. More importantly, he will be by your side on a night when you could have very well stayed in, wistfully watched snapchats, and wished you had at least tried to find a date.

The moral of the story is that there's hope for you. Because if two struggling conjoined twins can find lifelong love, you can most definitely find a formal date. Happy hunting!

Oh, and just in case you're not quite fully convinced (after all, this man sounds like somewhat of a unicorn--the exception, rather than the rule), here are a few other stories to remind you that in this lonely world of ours, even people you'd never expect to find love have found it (in the most unlikely of places). Please, go out. Buy your formal dress. Have a night, even if it's a terrible one.