Last night I dreamt I was engaged to some guy I don’t know and we were all set to walk down the aisle and I had a huge motherfrigging cushion-cut diamond ring and I just could not do it.
So he waited.
And I dragged all my friends over to the trendmonkey shop run by some oldish queen-type next door to the place I was supposed to be getting married at that very minute and I couldn’t decide whether to do it or not.
And he waited.
Then I thought about dragging everyone to the weirdo club across the street for drinks and debauchery and really I was just trying to avoid getting married and hoped he would give up on the whole idea so I wouldn’t be the bad guy, er gal.
But he waited.
I finally resolved to just go through with it because in my dream I thought, shit, when will I ever find someone who loves me enough to wait through all this bullshit ever again, I might as well just marry him.
Then I woke up.
It was a fucking nightmare.
Aren’t those the weirdest dreams. Did you eat ice cream before you went to bed.
Mmmmhmmm . . . and what part of you is waiting on you to make a choice you don’t want to make and what is it that you’re giving in to. . . . ?
Curse you and your astuteness, M! You know me better than I know myself. Shit, it never even remotely occured to me to think about this in any way other than relationships. I mean, I had been watching Bridezillas and celebrity wedding specials this week…but you may be on to something…