Love, True Love
Because it is important to own up to our biases, I will claim my own at the top. Boston College blew a classic "trap game" down in Winston-Salem this evening and I'm a little jaded. Oh, how the outcome of a child's game does wreak havoc on my psyche.
My dear friend Vic is now hitched, too. It was a lovely ceremony, if a little schmaltzy, and doubled as a great opportunity to run aground of faces I have gone far too long without seeing. Just as important - perhaps more so in the cosmic scheme of things - is that Vic married a cat, Sam, whom she's obviously in love with and who loves her right back with equal measure. Often during the wedding and reception I found myself thinking of how little cause I'll have to ever worry over Vic again. She'll be well looked after for the rest of her days. That is a comforting thought.
Vic and Sam's nuptials make love, true love, seem possible. This was a wedding that makes you believe, makes you believe that two people really can find each other in this topsy-turvy world. That's not something I can say of all the weddings I've attended, but it applies to the best ones. Why couldn't the same happen for me? Vic and Sam made love seem not just possible, but even likely. That's the message I'll take from this weekend's festivities.
And yet, I reserved just enough room for doubt - had to, really. The reality - brought into sharp relief not just by Vic and Sam, but also by any number of other couples in attendance at their wedding - is that I'm well off the pace. That's not to say I should be hitched or even engaged by now. I just should be a step or two further along than I am. I should at least have prospects. At least, that was another thought at the front of my mind this past weekend.
I mulled it over enough to moot this other, more terrifying thought - first to myself on the drive from Sacramento back to San Francisco and then again, in public, with my friend Leslie at breakfast this morning. "What if it just never happens for me?"