At 33, I realize my family and friends probably assume I will never get married. And that's fine. I can't lie - I often assume that day will never come for me. I've really been thinking lately I probably don't want it to, at least not anytime soon. I am just SO COMFORTABLE doing exactly what I want all of the time, without answering to anyone. I also greatly enjoy always knowing what is in my fridge, always knowing that things are exactly how I left them, and always knowing exactly how many rolls of toilet paper I have.
I digress. Let's just pretend for a moment that I finally do find someone who wants to marry me. I am not going to be a great fiancé.
- First of all, I do not want a huge splashy engagement. I don't want anyone around. That's a very private moment and question, and there will only be two people in our marriage, so I don't want a crowd around to see my reaction. I will probably cry, or scream, or get really awkward, so I only want the man I love to see that.
- Second of all, I don't want a ring. I know, for most girls that's the main point of being engaged. I just don't want it. I've been told that if I get in a situation like that, my man may insist I wear a ring. I guess that's fine, but he can't spend more than $100 on it, and I would actually prefer $50-$75. I can't deal with an amount of money any larger than that being on my finger. I will lose it. I am not a jewerly person, so I will lose it, and then my man will be pissed, and then we will probably call of the wedding anyway.
- I am a planner. I can't help it. And the worst part about my planning skills is that I don't want help. I want to do everything myself; I don't think anyone can do it as well as I can; I don't want anyone's input. I assume most men don't really want to get involved in the wedding planning anyway.
- Since I am such an anal planner, I can't imagine that my wedding day is really going to be that much fun for me. I will be too worried about every detail. So, with that being said, I already know I don't want a huge wedding. I want to get married on a Sunday morning, and then we all go eat brunch.
When that day comes I sm NOT helping you decorate!
ReplyDeleteI want to know why you will be an amazing wife
ReplyDeleteStumbled across your writing and holy crud, you're hilarious. My grandma said when you live with a man and he goes out of town, that's your chance to eat in the bed - and eat as much as you want. I'm thinking if I can't do that when I'm married, what's the point?? So I totally catch your drift.
ReplyDeleteAmanda - I know better than to ask.
ReplyDeleteShelby - thanks! I'm glad you came across my blog. I'm a little crazy, but I try to entertain. And that thought has crossed my mind too - like, sometimes I like to eat a stack of saltines for dinner. Would a husband understand that? And sometimes I binge eat cheese. Will he get that? Hopefully the man I marry will!
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