I have a problem I think a lot of men have—maybe women too,
I don’t know.
I hate going to weddings.
The trouble is, I’m also mortally offended anytime somebody
doesn’t invite me to their wedding.
(It’s the Portuguese in me.
I was raised to believe that if you’ve ever had any interaction with a
person at any point in your life, you’re entitled to a wedding invitation from
them.)
So I either get a wedding invite and feel pleased only to
remember that I hate actually going to weddings, or I don’t get invited and I
vow never to speak to the person again.
I should mention that I love the idea of a wedding—it’s just
the whole getting dressed up, mingling, eating stuffed chicken thing of it
all. The ideal, I guess, would be
somebody calling to say ‘I’m getting married and I want you there, but please
don’t come.”
That’s the kind of invite I’m looking for.
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