You know, in searching for a quote for today's blog, I stumbled across a few that scared the crap out of me. Like this one: "A bride received into the home is like a horse that you have just bought; you break her in by constantly mounting her and beating her." --Chinese Proverb
What the hell is wrong with the Chinese?
Or how about this little gem: "Bride: A woman with a fine prospect of happiness behind her." --Ambrose Bierce
What the hell is wrong with Ambrose Bierce?
Finally, how about this for the trifecta of irascibility: "Most girls seem to marry men who happen to be like their fathers. Maybe that's why so many mothers cry at weddings." Jenny Eclair
What the hell is...oh, you get the idea.
There's 93 days left of my bachelorette-hood. On August 25, 2007, I marry the man who I honestly feel is my best friend. Steven and I dated years ago, when we were younger, but he broke up with me and said that he wasn't ready to settle down. Years later, he came rampaging back, swearing that he was ready to settle down and it just had to be with me. Pretty much, I'm not kidding on that. I was in a heinously crappy relationship at the time. He was extricating himself from a three year marriage that begged for divorce the first six months in. I went out on a date with him once he showed me the divorce papers, and I dumped the chump I was dating. Steve proved to me instantly that while he was still a fun-loving blue eyed Italian demigod with the widest Cheshire Cat smile ever, he'd actually grown up and wanted to do grown-up things: monogamy, buy a house, get married, have children...refreshing, right? He absolutely worshipped me like a goddess, doing everything but presenting burnt offerings in my name. And he honestly, over the years, became my best friend. So when he proposed to me at our favorite restaurant called Cafe Umami in Fishkill, I certainly responded with a resounding yes.
And despite the fact that they've torn down the Cafe Umami and erected a barbecue joint at the same location, I'd like to think that we won't be experiencing the functional equivalent of that in our relationship life once we're married. It's sad to think that everyone throws such a negative on being married. But I refuse to look at the next stage of my life as gloomy, like I've given up the joy of being a "swinging single" and that maybe if things go wrong somehow I'll be a "gay divorcee." There's 93 days left until I cease being a bachelorette...not 93 days until the End of the World as I Know It (to paraphrase the nifty song by REM...although I will admit, I do feel fine).
Throughout the next few months it's my intention to write about my journey to the altar. It's really three months and three days away. You can weigh in with your opinions, as always. :) I'll certainly be weighing in with mine!
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