Snowflakes in France

Reflections of a 20-something woman in publishing

Month: January, 2010

An Ex Note

At 24, I’m at the age when friends from grade school and on are gettin hitched. My workout buddy and I were talking about it the other day when she mentioned one of her high school boyfriends had just gotten married.

Really? Wow, that would be weird.

So I took inventory. On Facebook. From middle school, two of my friends are married, three are engaged. High school, about another 5 are married and/or engaged. And I must have started hanging out with some restless, non-committal people in college because only one is married. And she isn’t even a really close friend. The point: All of them are female.

Not a single one of my ex-boyfriends or even ex-massive-crushes is engaged or married. So let’s see, that covers Andrew, Ryan, Matt W, Matt K, CJ, Jackson, Nathan, Carter, Tom, and Ed. That’s 10.

I’m not sure if that says anything about me, or even about then, for that matter. But I thought it was worth noting.

Secrets, Secrets … They’re Actually Quite Fun

Shhh!

I always saw this blog  as the place I come to share my secrets. It’s better than a diary, because I’m not hiding it away in the bottom of a trunk. I’m sharing it. Any stranger can happen upon it by simply hitting the next or previous button at the top of any WordPress blog.

Excitement, anger, annoyance, curiosity over things that my friends and co-workers may just roll their eyes about or that I’m too embarrassed to actually say out loud. I can share it all right here. So here it goes:

I’m secretly planning a wedding.

You could argue that every little girl is secretly planning a wedding from the moment of her first crush, the first time she ever writes her name followed by someone else’s last name, just to see what it looks like on paper. But I’m reading wedding blogs for inspiration, I’ve made a list of possible reception venues, and I’ve discussed possible themes with my boyfriend.

Yep, that’s right. He’s doing it too.

When I confessed my recent heightened interest in weddings, I expected him to give me a terrified man look, to start jokingly suggesting that he needed another year or two before having that conversation. Instead, he laughed and confessed that he’s started a guest list!

So now, every time Jon and I sit down with some bourbon and scotch, respectively, cozied up under blankets on the couch in our freezing ground-level living room, we start talking logistics. How many people in the wedding party? Who can do the invitations? The photography? And we’ve set an approximate date.

But to the public, except those who stumble upon this post, it’s a secret. So shhh! And don’t tell my parents…because he’s planning to ask them for permission!