Single people fucking hate weddings. That’s just how it is. As if it wasn’t enough to have the bride and groom salivating all over each other, you’ve got to put up with the other annoying happy-as-shit couples that like to use these types of events to “get out.” I’m not bitter, I’m just honest. A beautiful night for a wedding, I’ll give them that. There are more stars in the sky than I can count and the breeze is just enough to keep you from sweating in the shiny get-up you’re supposed to wear to these kinda things. Always the bridesmaid never the bride, as they like to say, but why the clothes? “What do you think?” My friend, Sarah, asks, turning herself around like she’s on a runway. She’s the fucking bride. What am I supposed to say? …show more content…
We rub shoulders with some of the same people. He travels, I’m a travel agent…you get it.” I stand up straight, try not to hold my breath. Sarah looks at me like I’m crazy, even tries to read my mind like she used to do in college, squinting her eyes and all that shit, looking for clues. “Okay…well, I’ll leave you two to get reacquainted then. Reese, make sure to tell him everything we covered in rehearsal last night.” She winks at me as she heads toward the back of the church to get into her grown and do whatever else the fuck brides do. I’ve volunteered to handle things upfront while the rest of the bridesmaids deal with Sarah and the bullshit back there. I figured things would be easier out here. Little did I know Prince Charming would be here. “Baby, you look good. Real good.” He takes a step forward as if to kiss me, on the cheek or elsewhere, I don’t know, but believe it or not, I’m not the same girl I was six months ago. “Matt, Matt, Matt. It’s been a while hasn’t it?” I try not to stutter but he’s blowing my mind all over again. Just look at him…were his biceps always that big? Even in his tux you can count every defined muscle in his body. His dark, brown hair is a little longer, all thick and slightly wavy, he pushes it back with his hand. I nearly melt. Stand up straight to keep my knees from …show more content…
I can feel his heart beating in his chest. “Right, right. I remember now.” I lean into his neck a little closer and take in his musk. It all comes back to me now, that night, piece by piece. What a fucking night! His cock was like some kind of magical wand. I never wanted to stop riding him. “I called you. You never called back.” The Gershwin song turns into something by Chopin and the lights seem to grow dimmer. “I know, I’m sorry. Listen, can we go somewhere private to talk? I want to explain a few things to you.” He keeps moving to the music but pulls me closer to his voice. I look at him for a long moment, try to read the lines in his face, look for clues. Is he really serious about anything other than all his money and power? “All right. Um, how about the coat closet? Crazy, I know, but at least it’s more private than this dance floor and more spacious than you’d think.” He laughs a little and then clears his throat. “Um, okay, yeah, let’s do it.” He takes my hand and weaves me in between all of the other dancers until we reach the hallway of the
Then he looked up at me. “Whoa,” he whispered. I suddenly feel very self-conscious. I tuck my hair behind my ear and straighten my T-shirt. “My boy, what is it?”
"What?" she said. She wasn't even listening to me. She was looking all around the place.”( 71).
I should pay more attention to you. " I look up from his hands and sit on the edge of the bed. "I appreciate everything you do. I know I fucked up…but I hope there's still a place for me in bed tonight. Because I want to be with you tonight."
" In order to get things managed overseas, I've gotta take a trip to London and settle things there. I'll have to stay there for an undetermined amount of time. I tried talking my way out of it, but like you said, my job is to take care of his business." He answers with a disappointed tone.
"Well, you are a graceful dancer," he complimented. "I don't teach ballroom dancing, but you seem to be controlled and full of intent in the way you move... you know and have mastered your own body, a trait many don't seem to have...."
"Connor, it's not that big of a deal. I'll still be there. Plus, this way you have a good excuse to stay out."
One con to getting married is having in-laws. Where sometimes in-laws may be amazing, many times than not, they can be a pain in the butt and not believe that you are good enough for their precious son or daughter. They come in and meddle in the relationship and sometimes cause problems between the couple. Marriage also restricts the freedom of an individual. Individuals now need to make decisions with their significant other in mind. This scares many people before getting married since they think they will no longer have the freedom they had before they got married. This tends to make them go crazy before getting married, hence the famous bachelor and bachelorette parties. Finally, marriage is not as necessary as it was
I giggle and fake smile as she dresses me, ready for the ball ahead. The thought suddenly hits me like a bullet, I do not know anything about marriage; or much about life really. I do not even know how to dress myself for goodness sakes! The nerves start to kick in again. Worse than they ever had been before.
He took off the elastic band out of my hair and combed with his fingers softly. It felt relaxing. “Where did you learn how to braid?” I asked while I was turned around and he was dealing with my hair which was long enough to reach down to edge of my scapulas. “Well, believe it or not, I used to have long, long hair back in college.”
An arm wraps around my torso and carefully lifts me. I look up with a weak smile of relief. Jagger. I lean into him, welcoming the help. I throw my arm around his shoulder as he wraps his around my waist. “What happened to you?” he asks.
"Please tell me that it's over," I cringed. My sore throat had caused my words to sound painfully hoarse. Like before, the room went dark. I carped internally until the mysterious dim light turned on once more, flickering erratically.
"Well, I thought it was worth a try. Give me a holler if you change your mind. I'll be in my office if anything comes up." I walked into my office, about to shut the door, when I stopped myself. "Rose, what do you see in that guy anyway? Did he trick you into marriage or was he just the only guy left in the store?"
Well, a hearty congratulations to those adventuresome, fun-loving couples that are brave enough to not only go against the grain, but also against well-meaning family members that are confused about whose wedding it actually is supposed to be for. Tradition is nice, but in this economy many people are on a budget, choosing instead to put money down on a house or honeymoon, in lieu of a huge wedding
"Ok, my darling beautiful daughter, whatever you say. Now get up we are meeting Tracy there." Sarah said as she walked out of the room to go downstairs.
“Nate, I should have known this was happening again the way you were looking at me when I got out of bed,” she says troubled.