"No, I was her first boyfriend, me, technically"
So, I decided I would write a journal entry... figured if I continue on this pace, I could get a good four in by years end. I probably waited more than enough time for people to have completely given up checking my journal for new entries.
Anyway, I went to a wedding last night for two people I hardly knew. It’s always amusing going to major events for people you have very little psychological attachment to. It lends itself very well to reflection on your own life, as if your objective third person view of others allows you to make a leap to your own life as well.
I went to the wedding with a lady-friend of mine because she wanted to have a date for the deal. So being a nice guy, I bit the bullet, kept my fingers crossed that the service would not be Catholic and the reception would not be dry. (I was indeed in luck, breaking a streak of two consecutive dry weddings I had attended. One coincidentally having the seemingly impossible combination of Catholic AND alcohol free. WTF?!)
Sorry, I’m getting off track. Anyway, I went to this wedding thinking that I had no idea who the bride and groom were. And when the bride started walking down the aisle, I instantly recognized her. This was one of the first girls in Freshman year of college that I had gotten the nerve to hit on and ask out! She was in my calc class and we had talked a few times. It was actually one of the first times that I had been returned with the “Uh, I have a boyfriend” line. (Reference my avatar)
And due to the circumstances, I didn’t even feel too shameful about being pleased that her husband was less attractive than myself (not that that’s a fiercly competitive realm of comparison). Anyway, the guilt only came after talking to the guy for a few seconds to realize that HE was the one with the personality of the two. I felt a little sorry for both of them, and uh, you know, uh, really happy for them. For real. What?
Seriously though, I again got off topic, and I really had no true ill will towards either, I was just exploring an embittered train of thought that I didn’t really feel connected to anyway.
But I knew that truly something great was happening. I didn’t really know how best to explain it, or point out the fantastic irony or appropriateness of the coincidence (which I guess is another way of saying “irony”)… But I could tell that the moment was touched with some sort of higher power’s genius. Completely by accident I was attending the wedding of one of the first girls I ever hit on.
Let’s see, the rest of the evening was ok. Kind of a stuffy crowd. Jazz band, no one really dancing except for the occasional cliché (but still cute) little girl and grandpa. Everyone left early.
But I found myself at this table of six other girls, all cute, and honestly, half simply smokin’ hot. (In my previous entry I think I spend too long talking about how the more I share the more I limit who I would actually want to read this. So I guess here I’m thinning it down) It’s a strange thing, being the only guy at a table of six girls, at a wedding of all things. (And rare! In Cincinnati especially campus, you generally only see girls with guys in tow) Anyway, my male strangeness aside, they were a great group of ladies and I simply enjoyed talking to a group of girls in a casual friendly environment.
God I sound like a loser. Anyway, I could have made this a lot shorter by saying “I went to a wedding, the situation was ironic, and oh yeah, let me now exhibit why I don’t have a girlfriend.”
That would have worked too. Anyway, may your wedding season be laden with open bars, happnin’ crowds, and dinner tables full of those beautiful and intelligent members of the opposite sex. (Or same sex for my alternate lifestyle cronies.) That could be a band name: Alternate Lifestyle Cronies.
And Ambereyes, I still have of course never been to a wedding for fun than yours.
Anyway, I went to a wedding last night for two people I hardly knew. It’s always amusing going to major events for people you have very little psychological attachment to. It lends itself very well to reflection on your own life, as if your objective third person view of others allows you to make a leap to your own life as well.
I went to the wedding with a lady-friend of mine because she wanted to have a date for the deal. So being a nice guy, I bit the bullet, kept my fingers crossed that the service would not be Catholic and the reception would not be dry. (I was indeed in luck, breaking a streak of two consecutive dry weddings I had attended. One coincidentally having the seemingly impossible combination of Catholic AND alcohol free. WTF?!)
Sorry, I’m getting off track. Anyway, I went to this wedding thinking that I had no idea who the bride and groom were. And when the bride started walking down the aisle, I instantly recognized her. This was one of the first girls in Freshman year of college that I had gotten the nerve to hit on and ask out! She was in my calc class and we had talked a few times. It was actually one of the first times that I had been returned with the “Uh, I have a boyfriend” line. (Reference my avatar)
And due to the circumstances, I didn’t even feel too shameful about being pleased that her husband was less attractive than myself (not that that’s a fiercly competitive realm of comparison). Anyway, the guilt only came after talking to the guy for a few seconds to realize that HE was the one with the personality of the two. I felt a little sorry for both of them, and uh, you know, uh, really happy for them. For real. What?
Seriously though, I again got off topic, and I really had no true ill will towards either, I was just exploring an embittered train of thought that I didn’t really feel connected to anyway.
But I knew that truly something great was happening. I didn’t really know how best to explain it, or point out the fantastic irony or appropriateness of the coincidence (which I guess is another way of saying “irony”)… But I could tell that the moment was touched with some sort of higher power’s genius. Completely by accident I was attending the wedding of one of the first girls I ever hit on.
Let’s see, the rest of the evening was ok. Kind of a stuffy crowd. Jazz band, no one really dancing except for the occasional cliché (but still cute) little girl and grandpa. Everyone left early.
But I found myself at this table of six other girls, all cute, and honestly, half simply smokin’ hot. (In my previous entry I think I spend too long talking about how the more I share the more I limit who I would actually want to read this. So I guess here I’m thinning it down) It’s a strange thing, being the only guy at a table of six girls, at a wedding of all things. (And rare! In Cincinnati especially campus, you generally only see girls with guys in tow) Anyway, my male strangeness aside, they were a great group of ladies and I simply enjoyed talking to a group of girls in a casual friendly environment.
God I sound like a loser. Anyway, I could have made this a lot shorter by saying “I went to a wedding, the situation was ironic, and oh yeah, let me now exhibit why I don’t have a girlfriend.”
That would have worked too. Anyway, may your wedding season be laden with open bars, happnin’ crowds, and dinner tables full of those beautiful and intelligent members of the opposite sex. (Or same sex for my alternate lifestyle cronies.) That could be a band name: Alternate Lifestyle Cronies.
And Ambereyes, I still have of course never been to a wedding for fun than yours.