People keep asking me about the wedding. About the location. And the guest list. And save the dates.
I'm so not bothered about the wedding. (NOOOOOOOOO! Why do I keep hearing myself say these things? With an alarmingly increasing rate? "I really don't want anything for Hanukkah- as long as I get to spend it with you". "It's really not about the ring- I just want to hear you say those words". "I don't care about the wedding, I just want to spend the rest of my life making sure you know how loved you are".)
My friends on the other hand are. So far at least 7 of them have volunteered their services as bridesmaids. The rest are urging me to find a venue for the engagement party (More parties? More theme colours? More panic and anxiety-fuelled planning?)
I'm so not bothered about the wedding. (NOOOOOOOOO! Why do I keep hearing myself say these things? With an alarmingly increasing rate? "I really don't want anything for Hanukkah- as long as I get to spend it with you". "It's really not about the ring- I just want to hear you say those words". "I don't care about the wedding, I just want to spend the rest of my life making sure you know how loved you are".)
My friends on the other hand are. So far at least 7 of them have volunteered their services as bridesmaids. The rest are urging me to find a venue for the engagement party (More parties? More theme colours? More panic and anxiety-fuelled planning?)
Turned out that only 9 percent of women and 2 percent of man have reported having found love in a bar. And where did we meet? In a bar. See? This was never supposed to work. Yet... somehow it seems to have.
We're officially one in a million. Well, close enough...
We're officially one in a million. Well, close enough...
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