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I suppose watching an assortment of wedding-related shows is a really bad idea, especially when you're hopelessly single. Not only does it make me even more cynical about relationships but I've come to the conclusion that I really do want to get married. I want to spend 6 months (or more) planning for one day, go over miniscule details in the anal retentive manner that defines me, and promise myself to the man who has grown to not only be my special someone but also my best friend, psychiatrist, external conscience, and literal/ metaphorical bartender.
Aw, who'm I kidding? I've got 10 years of school left and a career to start and settle into. But it's useless to give up dreaming because there's no telling when that special person will crash into me.
Aw, who'm I kidding? I've got 10 years of school left and a career to start and settle into. But it's useless to give up dreaming because there's no telling when that special person will crash into me.