Another engagement party on the calendar, and that evokes trepidation. Who the hell thought parties was a great way to celebrate in the first place? I hate parties, it's when you smile at your fourth cousin in law and have no idea who he is. It's also when you get x-rayed as to your adornments. No problem about that. But it's also when you get quizzed about your private life, and asked how the flower girl at a ten years' earlier wedding beat you to the altar. Please leave me alone, the altar is not really my piece of cake. And although I dutifully show up at these things, well please uninvite me. I won't take that to heart, I'll actually be a happier me. I am too old for this, at 33 everyone will be madly trying to marry me off, and please don't bother, marriage would interfere with my afternoon siesta. Forget it. All girls dream of their beautiful dress and big cake all their lives? Wrong, here's one who hasn't. It doesn't take a wedding for me to have an evening gown, and Fontanella's chocolate cake is the best on the island. Marriage and destiny are somehow related. Nothing's wrong with girls who have not made it to the altar (and maybe never will), we are not bitter spinsters, rather we have the choice of Tom, Dick and Harry and we will not give up two for one. So stop feeling sorry for us wallflowers, yes we look awkward because we're made to attend these ceremonial things. In real life, we're goodbye wallflower, and hello blooming rose. We get less wrinkles, because we're not worrying about our husbands faithfullness, there are no kids to play up during the summer holidays. We might be totally free, but no we don't live in manless land. On the contrary. And when the honeymoon is over, we do not deal with open toilet seats, pubic fuzz, duvets which have been selfishly totally taken and left us in the cold. Oh the list is endless, but the wallflower at the party gets a cosy bed, immaculate bathroom with make up strewn all over the place and nobody grumbles. Isn't that worth four hours of wallflowering? I guess so. Oh and it needn't be wallflowering either, there's bound to be someone who'll be interested anyway, we just have to be careful of the watchful eyes of his whoever.
AnnMarie
AnnMarie
