Everybody. Take a deep breath. And, please, just stop getting married for a minute.
It’s making me dizzy. And a little nauseated. Though, I suppose that part could be all the Easter chocolate I ate.
Maybe I’ll just take a break from Facebook. Or maybe I’ll just take a break from it on the weekends, because nobody gets engaged on Tuesday.
Speaking of Facebook-- I don’t know why I looked up Ali in the first place. I sent him an email in January, but he didn’t answer. He un-friended me a long time ago, and I can only see his tiny profile picture. I think he got married. I don’t know when.
I guess that would explain why he’d moved out of the apartment he shared with a room mate and into a one-bedroom. And it might even explain why he was so insistent that he see me on that one specific night.
It does not explain why he wanted to see me. We had a very non-dramatic chat, and I drank some water.
And I know sometimes I’m self-centered, but I remember asking how he was and what was new.
But I guess I had asked Brian that, too.
Getting married is something that is new, something you mention.
And you know, people want to marry me. David did. Gary asked me when we were six. And once in college, three different boys asked me to marry them within two weeks. True story.
I am highly desirable.
And I am not going to turn into one of those girls. You know, the ones who are just out to find a husband.