little bitty girl

Marriage seems to be the thought du jour lately. This has been the record high year for the number of acquaintances and friends getting married.

Yesterday, Stefan and I went out with the footy lads and ladies after a disappointing defeat with our rival team. At some point we ended up meeting A (can't remember his name) who was thinking of proposing to his girlfriend and was nervous about it. He had planned some grand gesture and was worried about it not going completely to plan. I told him that she would be so happy that she most likely won't even remember what he said in the proposal. I'm still trying to get Stefan to re-propose to me so that I can have memories of him saying it.

A's friends asked whether he had been hitting on me and I told them what we had been talking about. The two guys just started laughing and calling A "a loser". Later on that night as we were leaving, I gave A a small wave and noticed his two friends looking like wilted dandies by the bar trying to catch the eye of some girl desperate enough to sleep with either of them.

I always find it funny when men think that marriage is this awful "ball and chain" and try desperately to hang on to their pimp daddy years. What they don't realize is as they lose their hair and get that beer belly, the only ones who will still find them utterly charming will be their wives.

I don't know why people think that marriage is the end of something. You don't become less attractive to the opposite sex, you just don't sleep with everyone you find attractive. Stefan and I realize that we're not completely distasteful to the opposite sex and still get "hit on" by others. It's never been a point of jealousy between us and truth be told, if no one was hitting on my beauteous hubby I'd feel a little insulted. It's funny watching him try to discourage girls because he waves his wedding ring as if it were some invisible shield, not realizing that there are women out there who find pursuing married men a challenge.

And marriage isn't for everyone and it's not the ultimate goal for some people. There are people who have never gotten that "piece of paper" and have had longer relationships than people who are married. I would have been content to "live in sin" with Stefan, but Mama and Papa Kang would have guilted us into it by having simutaneous heart attacks and requesting us to marry as their dying wish.

Since I am only one of the two girls in my group of friends who are married, I find myself constantly surrounded by single chatter. I know that I will never ever experience again the anticipation of the first kiss, the first thrills of dating, the first date and the first time. Do I miss it? Sometimes I do but I think people romanticise what they no longer have. Then I remember the uncertainty, the BS, the awkward fumblings and realize that I don't miss dating at all.

All I know is this. After stumbling in at 5 am (don't ask, that's another long story) this morning, Stefan and I were lying in that "I think I'm hungover but I am not sure because I am also exhausted" state. The rain spattered against our windows and we were quietly laughing at what happened the night before. He's just the funniest guy and I am glad I get to spend the rest of my life with him.