Marriage Milieu
September 14th, 2007
Many of you who meander around the musings of my mesmerisingly magnificent Rebecca will understand the monumental mission that managing the initial ceremonial milestone of matrimony can morph into. Without a doubt, the marriage milieu can become magnified beyond most matter of fact measures. Plus there’s all that alliteration to worry about…
Small talk with anyone I haven’t spoken with for more than a few weeks always begins with: “How’s the wedding preparation going?” Now there’s a question without an interesting answer if ever I heard one. Because as much as people are asking out of genuine concern and interest, the truth is that they don’t really care that you’re tossing and turning about whether you want native flowers or non-natives, will serve those delicious little whatevers and blah, blah blah. And I understand, because I have a problem: I have to try really hard to have an opinion.
I know the things that I like about weddings: the service reflects the people, the venue isn’t too hideous, likewise the wedding party’s attire and good food at a reception. After that, it’s minor details. Would I have ever noticed flowers in a wedding? Not really. Have I ever thought about what colour I’d want my suit to be? Probably not more than once or twice.
It’s not a lack of caring. Bec’s been amazing in wanting to make sure that I have input into all the decisions being made, and I really want to do this thing together, not have Bec wear most of the load. But I look at two pictures of flowers, and that’s exactly what I see. Two pictures of flowers. Experience says that flowers make things look prettier. Some flowers fail at that, others do particularly well. That’s as far as my opinions on flowers go, and it’s a real effort to get any more out of me.
Ah, the tribulations of the wedding preparation
September 14th, 2007 at 1:55 pm
I think you’ve just described the experience of millions of men throughout the ages.
It’s not a matter of not caring, it’s a matter of not knowing.
September 14th, 2007 at 2:45 pm
Haha. You’re a funny man Geoffrey.
September 14th, 2007 at 2:49 pm
I can’t help that I’m a bit of a perfectionist… and I definitely can’t help that I’m a girl, whatever they say otherwise about my mind. I think it works in your favor.
Next time you’re asked, pull out a coin and flip it. Don’t answer and leave them dumbfounded and utterly confused. That would be quite amusing (or it is in my head).
September 15th, 2007 at 10:03 am
Don’t fight nature Geoff. If whatever makes Becster happy makes you happy, then either say that and cop out, or participate in the weighing up of options. Find out why the best Bec option is the best Bec option.
Then you’ll know why you’re happy with the decision, you’ll participate in the process, and all will be well with the world.
September 16th, 2007 at 5:10 am
Yes, I think it’s definitely a girl vs. guy mentality. My best friend is getting married next summer, and last night we (the female friends) were debating with her fiance and his friends about this very thing.
September 17th, 2007 at 1:51 am
When she walks down the aisle, towards you, to live the rest of her life with you….you will wonder why, you will be overcome with emotion, she will be the most beautiful woman in the world….and it will all be worth it, and life will suddenly have a dimension to it that you did not even know existed before.
September 17th, 2007 at 1:31 pm
Mark - you obviously haven’t met Rebecca. She already is.
September 17th, 2007 at 2:23 pm