At a cousin's wedding and being pointed out continuously by being said 'You're next' by cousins, their families and even unknown people.
Wow!
How on earth am I supposed to find the man of my dreams when the bride has accepted to stand with the groom who is nothing better than a compromise?
Its said that weddings are the most contagious places as they spread like live fire. One wedding leads to other, which leads to yet another, and this goes on forever.
But did someone ever ask me, what do you want from the guy who will be your man? All you not-so-happening people in the wedding, dying to see me married to any random-creepy-guy, here he comes...
Hero-like entry, dedicating a dance to the couple, he's making me go weak in the knees. Oh his moves, how could he even be related to the black-horsy-groom? He has the girls drooling over him and trying to grab his random-est glance. And then there is me. On a corner table, champagne in one hand, blushing, flushing, secretly hoping he notices me, observing his impeccably good looks and his perfect manly butt. (Ya i do notice that as well)
How I wish he was mine! I would have been at my wildest best every single time, had he been in bed with me! How I wish...
Hey, whats that? Oh hes right behind me, he's holding my hand! Singing for me(actually just the lip-sing).
Silence. I'm getting cold. Dad's looking and gets up. He expressed a 'Please???' to my dad. Dad smiles. He locks his eyes with mine, takes the glass and keeps it on the table, and with a firm grip on my hand escorts me to to the center-stage, the song continuing in the background. Dude, I feel so weak in my knees, I might just fall.
After a silly cameo jig, I'm back to the corner enjoying the drink, and now that this corner has become the center of attraction i see prying eyes of every person on me.
Dances done, ceremony done, food done, meetings, greetings and gossiping also done, I feel tired, especially because of the 5-inch torture. But the family is in no mood to move. Bored of hearing all the jabbering, I think of going to the open lawn, feeling the fresh air in the middle of the night through my face, leaning on a side platform, giving my feet a bit of well deserved rest.
And I'm cold again. The same touch on the same hand. I turn around, just to get my eyes locked with his, and he carefully holds me by my waist and makes me sit on the platform like his Queen.
Removing those painful heels, he starts massaging my feet. Someone tell him to stop or I'll turn into a cold blooded mammal very soon.
"I don't know if this is love, but I know you are what I think will take us to love and bliss." Kneeling down he says in a voice so drugging, "Marry me!"
And the next I hear is a thud!! Even at 24, I still fall from the bed.
Wow!
How on earth am I supposed to find the man of my dreams when the bride has accepted to stand with the groom who is nothing better than a compromise?
Its said that weddings are the most contagious places as they spread like live fire. One wedding leads to other, which leads to yet another, and this goes on forever.
But did someone ever ask me, what do you want from the guy who will be your man? All you not-so-happening people in the wedding, dying to see me married to any random-creepy-guy, here he comes...
Hero-like entry, dedicating a dance to the couple, he's making me go weak in the knees. Oh his moves, how could he even be related to the black-horsy-groom? He has the girls drooling over him and trying to grab his random-est glance. And then there is me. On a corner table, champagne in one hand, blushing, flushing, secretly hoping he notices me, observing his impeccably good looks and his perfect manly butt. (Ya i do notice that as well)
How I wish he was mine! I would have been at my wildest best every single time, had he been in bed with me! How I wish...
Hey, whats that? Oh hes right behind me, he's holding my hand! Singing for me(actually just the lip-sing).
Silence. I'm getting cold. Dad's looking and gets up. He expressed a 'Please???' to my dad. Dad smiles. He locks his eyes with mine, takes the glass and keeps it on the table, and with a firm grip on my hand escorts me to to the center-stage, the song continuing in the background. Dude, I feel so weak in my knees, I might just fall.
After a silly cameo jig, I'm back to the corner enjoying the drink, and now that this corner has become the center of attraction i see prying eyes of every person on me.
Dances done, ceremony done, food done, meetings, greetings and gossiping also done, I feel tired, especially because of the 5-inch torture. But the family is in no mood to move. Bored of hearing all the jabbering, I think of going to the open lawn, feeling the fresh air in the middle of the night through my face, leaning on a side platform, giving my feet a bit of well deserved rest.
And I'm cold again. The same touch on the same hand. I turn around, just to get my eyes locked with his, and he carefully holds me by my waist and makes me sit on the platform like his Queen.
Removing those painful heels, he starts massaging my feet. Someone tell him to stop or I'll turn into a cold blooded mammal very soon.
"I don't know if this is love, but I know you are what I think will take us to love and bliss." Kneeling down he says in a voice so drugging, "Marry me!"
And the next I hear is a thud!! Even at 24, I still fall from the bed.
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