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decision of my freaking life.” She waves her diamond encrusted finger at us. As if we haven’t gotten the memo from her four thousand Facebook posts she’s made about her impending wedding.
I swear everyone is getting married next year. I’ve already gotten more save the date cards than my fridge can handle. Than I can handle.
If I ever get married I’d never do it this way. I want to be swept off my feet and carried over the threshold and just begin my life without worrying about caterers or DJ’s; none of that matters to me.
At my core, I just want one man––well, one man in particular––to promise to have and to hold for the rest of our lives.
“Have you tried on-line dating?” Katie asks. “You said you were going to, like a year ago.”
“Yeah, I started making a profile once, but I just don’t think it’s for me.”
“Nothing is ever for you,” she groans. “Rosie, we just want to see you happy. Tell us. Who is the last guy you have been completely head over heels for?”
There’s only one person who ever has had me head over heels. One person, who probably doesn’t even know I exist. So, of course, it doesn’t take long for me to think of that guy. The man. Because even back then, North wasn’t a guy.
North was always a man’s man, with a rucksack and a moleskin notebook. He drank black coffee from a thermos in the lunchroom and read hunting and fishing guides in the library.
He came to our school for a year, and then he just vanished. No one heard from him ever again. One day he was sitting two rows ahead of me in geometry and the next day, he was gone.
I admit, I went by his locker hoping he might magically return. I even went to the front office and asked if there were any phone numbers listed for him. The one they gave me, was disconnected. North was gone.
But I’ve never got him out of my mind.
“Oh, my God,” Katie says. “You’re still totally obsessed with him aren’t you?”
I made the mistake of admitting my crush/infatuation with North to Katie when we were freshmen at Washington College.
We’d drank too much, and had nowhere to go, so I told her the sad truth. I couldn’t see myself with anyone except for North. A man who isn’t even real. He’s a fantasy. Nothing more. Because the truth is, I don’t even know if he really exists anymore.
“Obsessed with who?” Michelle asks. “Tell us, we’re all old and married or almost married women. We need some juicy gossip.”
I scowl thinking these women are so full of shit. They are twenty-eight years old, not old maids, and certainly not old enough to be grumbling about married life.
“She’s in love with North, remember him from high school?” Katie asks. “Ohh, maybe he’ll be at the reunion tonight. Wouldn’t that be so romantic? Ten years later you both show up, walk to the dance floor, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into a kiss.” She starts laughing.
“Yeah, that’s exactly how I’ve always imagined our first kiss,” I tell her deadpanned.
Even though I have had this exact fantasy when imaging the perfect way for this evening to go down.
Katie laughs again, shoving me playfully. “Has anybody heard from him since he left our school?”
Michelle grins, her eyebrow raised. “Girl, you are going to love me forever. You’re going to make me your future-bridesmaid.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I smile tightly at Michelle. If I ever get married there’s no way in hell a woman like Michelle would be in my wedding party. She’s loud, opinionated, and obnoxious.
Even though I have always hung out with the “cool kids”, they never really felt like my people. They’ve always been my friends ... but I think there’s a difference.
Friends are the people you put up with, but your people, your tribe? Those are the ones who get you at your core.
The people at Katie’s party, they are not my people.
And I know that makes me come off as a pretentious
I swear everyone is getting married next year. I’ve already gotten more save the date cards than my fridge can handle. Than I can handle.
If I ever get married I’d never do it this way. I want to be swept off my feet and carried over the threshold and just begin my life without worrying about caterers or DJ’s; none of that matters to me.
At my core, I just want one man––well, one man in particular––to promise to have and to hold for the rest of our lives.
“Have you tried on-line dating?” Katie asks. “You said you were going to, like a year ago.”
“Yeah, I started making a profile once, but I just don’t think it’s for me.”
“Nothing is ever for you,” she groans. “Rosie, we just want to see you happy. Tell us. Who is the last guy you have been completely head over heels for?”
There’s only one person who ever has had me head over heels. One person, who probably doesn’t even know I exist. So, of course, it doesn’t take long for me to think of that guy. The man. Because even back then, North wasn’t a guy.
North was always a man’s man, with a rucksack and a moleskin notebook. He drank black coffee from a thermos in the lunchroom and read hunting and fishing guides in the library.
He came to our school for a year, and then he just vanished. No one heard from him ever again. One day he was sitting two rows ahead of me in geometry and the next day, he was gone.
I admit, I went by his locker hoping he might magically return. I even went to the front office and asked if there were any phone numbers listed for him. The one they gave me, was disconnected. North was gone.
But I’ve never got him out of my mind.
“Oh, my God,” Katie says. “You’re still totally obsessed with him aren’t you?”
I made the mistake of admitting my crush/infatuation with North to Katie when we were freshmen at Washington College.
We’d drank too much, and had nowhere to go, so I told her the sad truth. I couldn’t see myself with anyone except for North. A man who isn’t even real. He’s a fantasy. Nothing more. Because the truth is, I don’t even know if he really exists anymore.
“Obsessed with who?” Michelle asks. “Tell us, we’re all old and married or almost married women. We need some juicy gossip.”
I scowl thinking these women are so full of shit. They are twenty-eight years old, not old maids, and certainly not old enough to be grumbling about married life.
“She’s in love with North, remember him from high school?” Katie asks. “Ohh, maybe he’ll be at the reunion tonight. Wouldn’t that be so romantic? Ten years later you both show up, walk to the dance floor, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into a kiss.” She starts laughing.
“Yeah, that’s exactly how I’ve always imagined our first kiss,” I tell her deadpanned.
Even though I have had this exact fantasy when imaging the perfect way for this evening to go down.
Katie laughs again, shoving me playfully. “Has anybody heard from him since he left our school?”
Michelle grins, her eyebrow raised. “Girl, you are going to love me forever. You’re going to make me your future-bridesmaid.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I smile tightly at Michelle. If I ever get married there’s no way in hell a woman like Michelle would be in my wedding party. She’s loud, opinionated, and obnoxious.
Even though I have always hung out with the “cool kids”, they never really felt like my people. They’ve always been my friends ... but I think there’s a difference.
Friends are the people you put up with, but your people, your tribe? Those are the ones who get you at your core.
The people at Katie’s party, they are not my people.
And I know that makes me come off as a pretentious
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