Wedding Season...


via lelove

In two weeks I'm going to a wedding as a plus one. God, don't you hate that expression? I used to love weddings. I was the sap that would cry even if I didn't know the couple who was signing their lives away. And not the single-tear-rolling-down-the-cheek-cute-kind-of-cry, rather, the I-need-tissue-almost-embarrassing-everyone-is-staring-at-me-kind-of-cry. Yeah, I was that girl.

But the truth is, I'm not a sap. I'm quite cynical, actually. But I've thought about it a lot recently, and I've decided that I cried at these occasions because I just imagined this picture perfect love story where all of the right things are said, fights never happen, kisses are perfect from the first to the 1000th, and the woman's favorite flower documents every occasion (without being nagged for). Well, slap me in the face and call me naive, because that shit just doesn't happen. At least not in my life. My life is not a Julia Roberts movie. More like Vicki Christina Barcelona or any episode of Sex and the City.

I've also come to the conclusion that I don't want that kind of love. I mean, yeah, I'm sure there are real love stories out there that rival Notting Hill or Sixteen Candles- I just don't know any of those people. And where is the fun in perfection? I'm the kind of person that needs someone to bicker with. I like bickering. I get bored otherwise. A personality flaw? Quite possibly.

This wedding season, while I'm anxiously anticipating new cocktail attire, free booze, mini crab cakes, and cupcake towers, I'm going to work on being more realistic. I'm going to picture a couple who gets pissed at each other's annoying habits, like leaving the toilet seat up or not rinsing the sink after one brushes their teeth; a couple who wasn't plagued by love at first sight, and instead wondered what they saw in that person; a couple who doesn't mind annoying each other for the pure pleasure of pushing buttons. I'd like to imagine a couple that at some point is going to want to kill each other. I'm going to imagine a couple that through all of that, got something right and something good.

Those images in my head make me smile far more than last seasons' idea of holy matrimony. Those ideas make me realize that someone else's idea of love doesn't have to be my own love story. My love can be hard to manage and can take years to get right. Whatever my love turns out to be, it can still be perfect because it's perfect for me. What will be best about my love is that even through the "Oh. My. God. You. Are. Annoying's," I chose it. And I think that one day, even with my imperfect love story, I think it'll call for the shedding of tears. I'd even bet on it.



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