exit wounds

Everyone who’s someone was there… The aunts, the relatives, the grand children, the gay couple, the “has been” actors, the “sexy till u drop” old ladies, the-pretty-girl-your-mother-wanted-you-to-marry-but-you-never-took-the-time-to-deal-with, the other one you'd had sex ages ago, her sister whom you fancied when you were fifteen, the ghost of your friend who will never come back…Everyone was there. They were all around you. So you chatted, you laughed, you got drunk as drunk one can get on a Sunday noon, you re-exchanged phone numbers you knew you wouldn't use, you toasted, you raised your glass, you saw some others raising their eyebrows for a second, you got bored and, eventually, you said your goodbyes.
Just as you were walking away, the-ever-so-pretty-girl-your-mother-wanted-you-to-marry-but-you-never-took-the-time-to-deal-with [don’t worry, she got married to a ridiculously wealthy ship owner and she’s having the time of her life], comes to you, smiles and asks just one innocent question: “So, have you found the girl of your dreams…yet?”
I mean… am I supposed to read between the lines or am I destined to waltz away glooming?