Quelle surprise.
I absolutely relish the demise of lesbian couples who flaunt their "engaged"-ness or their "married"-ness in an over-the-top, on-Myspace/Facebook fashion.
Maybe I should be rooting for them, but I know they don't mean it. That becomes more and more obvious as these bitches drop like flies and we keep on truckin' along.
Straight people probably don't understand this, so I'll give a bit of explanation. You see, lesbians get very bored with "I love you." They need to make it bigger and more emotional and more dramatic--most likely to distract from the horrible things that are wrong with their relationships--so they get "engaged." It's all legit, according to their billions of status/mood updates on their obnoxious webpages, but it really doesn't go much further than that. It's pretty much just "playing house" until they figure out, "Oh yeah, we're still just dumb lesbians, and rushing into a serious commitment and making it look trivial only proved this even more."
Still, with all of this evidence singing of their idiocy and of the strength and validity of my engagement and pending marriage to Nicole, it's so hard to not feel like a stupid lesbian, especially within the gay community. "Engaged" and "wife" are words that are thrown around so much they elicit nothing more than an eye-roll from most dykes. And it's not like I know these people or care about them, but their utter abuse of these words that do and will mean so much to me make me want to do whatever it takes to prove them wrong and prove that we are a real, stable couple.
Luckily, I feel more real and more stable with each bullshit engagement that comes and goes with the tide. It's almost a little wedding present in itself from each of them that says: "You win! We're stupid!" and I tell ya, it feels damn good.
I guess I'll never understand what the rush is in the first place. If you're getting engaged less than a year into your relationship, you don't even know each other. That's pretty fucking obvious. If you're in love and so sure two months in, see what happens in the next year. Maybe you'll find out that, whoops, we were only together because there was no one else, or whoops! this person sucks in crisis situations, or even damn! they've been cheating on me. I'm not saying all of this will definitely come out in the first year, but I'd say NONE of it comes out in the first two months.
Another one bites the dust. Count it!