Category: the man on marriage

On the garter toss

Stop the presses.  He likes the garter toss.  Rings pillows I can get behind—but the garter toss?  My face fell.  He thinks it’s fun, and hilarious.  He described the burlesque horn—with affection!  Am I a pill?  A prude?  I can’t think of anything I would less like to do at a wedding.  The idea of tossing my garter out to friends or family—something I am wearing under my skirt on my thigh—at my wedding?  No.  No thanks.  If I want to take off my undergarments and toss them out in public I’ll go back to being single and making out with strange men in bars. 

Does this make any sense?  Does anyone else’s skin crawl at the thought of the garter toss?
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My Imaginary Wedding

So we waited for a while, enjoying things, and then I called up my imaginary wedding venue.  The rental fee is reasonable—this I already knew.  The per person dinner fee: $42-96.  Heavy, but possibly ok.  Here’s what I didn’t know: there is a $12,000 food and beverage minimum.  Whaaaaat?!  They sent over a handy dandy sheet: just location, food and beverage, set up, and insurance: around $22,000.  !!!!

Can you be too romantic?

This blog has had many positive effects on my life.  It has given me a place where I can express how I am feeling.  It has shown me how much I love my boyfriend—and it has encouraged me to not be afraid to say that—to myself, to the world, and to him.  I also read some stat that writing about your relationship for at least 20 minutes a week significantly increases your chances of staying together.  Extra bonus!

However.  This writing about love may have directed my thoughts to love slightly more often then before.  Being able to express one’s self is good—and I am sure there first two times I turned to him with tears in my eyes and expressed how much I care about him, he was deeply moved.  But by number five of these heartfelt confessions, maybe not so much. 

Guys—at least my guy—can be a little romance intolerant.  As he said, rather lovingly I think: Put it in the blog, baby.

On the best man or the mystery of male friendship revealed

I have a good memory of a friend’s complete confusion on her finance’s choice of Best Man.  Not only did she not like the guy, she was confused as to why he was chosen.  “They’ve barely spent anytime together in the last few years,” she said, a strange look on her face.  It was, to our female ways of thinking, a mystery.  Isn’t a friend or best friend someone you talk to often?  Shouldn’t a Best Man be the guy who is involved in the texture of your guy’s day-to-day life? 

The man that I love said this in the context of talk about his potential best man.  He said that even though they were out of touch, he would pick an old friend because he had the best stories.  Eureka!  Although I might pick a best friend as my maid of honor, I now understand that a guy would pick the friend that was with him the time he was almost arrested for peeing on a tree.

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