A rash of matrimony

My little sister is getting married in May. My friend Aidan’s wedding is coming up in June. His brother Steve, with whom I am also friends, is due to make his wedding vows in three weeks. I just got off the phone (getting green mud-mask stuff on it) with my friend Georgie, who told me that her boyfriend of six months just proposed.

Maybe it’s something in the water?

I’m feeling curmudgeonly and non-romantic today, fit only to curl up in my blanket alone, but I really am all for marriage and that kind of crap.

Awww. {{{hugs}}}

Don’t worry. You’ll find someone eventually. And in the meantime, there’s plenty of fun to be had. Marriage ain’t everything.

Well, maybe I should be curmudgeonly more often, if this is what I get.

Or maybe I should move sooner than I planned. At any rate, point me in the direction of the fun.

:smiley:

I thought so.

crawls up the screen

If it’s any consolation, the number of weddings you will be expected to attend/otherwise be happy about will sharply decline once you (and most of your friends) are in your 30s… :cool:

Meh, try being in your mid-thirties and single.

I’m sure your doctor can give you a cream for that. :smiley:

Sorry, I couldn’t resist. I’m sooo bad. I’m so ashamed. I’m so :cool:

And shortly after that, the number of funerals you need to attend starts rising. :frowning:

It is, a little. But it’s not so much the weddings that bug me. It’s how they’re happening all of a sudden.

It’s not as if I would want to marry any of the guys I have dated here anyway. Shudder.