Early this morning, as I was scanning facebook I noticed an album that my friend Nikonie "liked". Just being randomly nosy, I decided to look at it. Bah, another engagement. Small ring, chubby hands. I almost completely disregarded the occurence until I looked at the name. Chanel blahblahblah Harding. This was my ex-best friend a chic from Summer Bridge in 2006.
I'm not going to talk about her much, because it still hurts that she's engaged and I just got into a somewhat promising relationship. So I will move on to my intended point.
Flashback
1996. Starkville. It was probably a birthday or christmas or something and I unwrap the Barbie-box sized present. Inside the box, I recieved- you guessed it- a bridal barbie. White dress, veil, the works. This was....the beginning of the end.
From that day I played Barbie wedding and made up little ceremonies. I never owned a Ken doll so I cut off another Barbie's hair and she, poor unfortunate soul, was Barbie's groom/lesbian lover/life partner. (Which might explain my lack-of-sensitivity towards homosexuality....but that might be another post) Somewhere between then and now, I began planning ceremonies for myself and that is where the problems began.
According to my life plan, I was supposed to be engaged this year and marrying after I graduate. Which would be a swell plan, except it's not gonna happen. Boyfriend now is younger than me so if he was to be the terminal significant other I'd have to wait for him to graduate and join the NBA. Yet I'm sad to admit I've picked the dress, the bridesmaids, the flowers, first dance song...
I wonder why I do this, but I doubt this is a rare occurence. From random conversations with my friends, I have gathered alot of women have done this as well. So ladies, how much of your fantasy wedding have you planned? And men, do you plan your nuptials too?
Fabz yours,
Adii
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