The last time I saw Seddu, he was newly in love. When he talked about his girl, his eyes lit up and he alternated between rattling off her amazing qualities and dreamily slipping into a loss for words — the latter of which is a rarity for him. I'd never seen him so head-over-heels happy, and his overabundance of joy put a big smile on my face.
Fast forward a bit, and there's this:
Obviously I'm biased because Seddu is an old friend, but really, if this doesn't touch your heart, it must be made made of granite. Some people cry on Valentine's Day because they don't have this, or any, kind of love. But I smile just knowing that love like this exists.
Fast forward a bit, and there's this:
Obviously I'm biased because Seddu is an old friend, but really, if this doesn't touch your heart, it must be made made of granite. Some people cry on Valentine's Day because they don't have this, or any, kind of love. But I smile just knowing that love like this exists.
Lately I'm beginning to wonder if there's something wrong with my lack of interest in marriage. Many of my friends are happily married or engaged, and tonight I found out that a friendly acquaintance has just been married for the second time. I have known him through his first marriage, his divorce, and now I know him as a married man again. Of course I wish him and his bride the best, but some strange part of me wonders if I'm lagging developmentally. Shouldn't I be dreaming of the white dress and honeymoon? Instead, the main appeal of my own hypothetical wedding is the copious amount of expensive cake I'll be able to shove into my mouth.
Don't get me wrong; I'm genuinely happy for my married friends, and I get happy/weepy at their weddings. But when I think about being married myself, I become anxious. I imagine that when you are married, you are not allowed to eat cereal for dinner, or to walk around pantsless in a nonsexual way, or to take off for a solo vacation, or to sleep alone. I like doing all of these things. Maybe my opinion will change over time, but I have been dating for about 15 years and have yet to worry about becoming an old maid.
Don't get me wrong; I'm genuinely happy for my married friends, and I get happy/weepy at their weddings. But when I think about being married myself, I become anxious. I imagine that when you are married, you are not allowed to eat cereal for dinner, or to walk around pantsless in a nonsexual way, or to take off for a solo vacation, or to sleep alone. I like doing all of these things. Maybe my opinion will change over time, but I have been dating for about 15 years and have yet to worry about becoming an old maid.
