Here comes the bride’s confused friend
under 100hookup, Relationships, Single Life, WeddingsThis weekend I am attending the wedding of two of my closest friends. It is hard to predict what the exact nature of my emotional response to the proceedings will be. I am not the type of girl to act like a girl, but occasions of this magnitude are capable of breaking down whatever barriers normally prevent me from squealing with delight and from exercising my tear ducts out of happiness. With no explanations or apologies, I plan to gush during this demonstration of genuine love. When it’s over, I will be forced to acknowledge that romance is not a dead medium for human expression like I often insist. It is very much alive. The fact that my hand is not being held as I walk through New York City parks is not a product of a disenchanted zeitgeist, but rather a product of my own choices. Speaking of walks, my friends will do so down an aisle and then profess their love for one another before the eyes of their friends and family. As they do so, I will reconsider my staunch policies on commitment phobia.
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