So one of my coworkers is getting married. She popped the news at work and was all giddy and retarded, which I suppose is understandable (never having being a girl whose just been engaged, I can't say if this is a natural reaction or not) even though the general consensus that was that I would come up with some sort of cold or miserable statement- which I didn't until they asked for one, to which I just quoted the statistic on divorce (and she said she didn't believe in it and that people who get divorced just don't try at their relationship, etc. (interesting aside- this person comes from divorced parents, and I come from parents who've been more or less happily married for twenty-five years) and in some of that idle chit-chat that makes shifts go a little quicker that followed, I aksed her how long her and her betrothed had been together.
three weeks.
That's like a Britney spears or J.Lo kind of marriage plan. Most people I know don't even broach the whole 'I love you" barrier until after about a month or so. I think I just kinda repeated back to her with an incredulous "three weeks?" and hm'd and took a mouthful of Coke. The gears in my head kinda grinded a little and tried to extrapolate exactly why someone would want to jump in quite to haphazardly to the marriage pool. My simplest reasoning behind it was that it was a religion thing. Something about the whole "no sex until marriage" thing that makes people ache to get married a lot quicker. Although, I think thats a pretty reckless approach to the situation, because really, sex makes up for a pretty big chunk of a marriage type of relationship. For example, if I had stuck with my first girlfriend ( a quite devout Christian gal) and ended up putting on the little gold shackle with her, I would now probably be getting treated to some of the worst sex ever; which in my humble opinion would not a happy marriage make. It may make do for the first little while, but at the tender age of 24, (and who would work
to make it last forever,) that could make for a LONG time to put up with sub-par sex. [I'm of the opinion that more sexually liberated people make for better partners either way, just because they haven't been cudgeled with pastor Bob telling them that Jesus will shit his britches if you actually enjoy a roll in the hay. But, again, this is my opinion based solely on my experiences, prehaps I'm wrong... but probably not]
It's funny, I've been watching the final season of Queer as folk, and one of the big themes in it is marriages, and surprise surprise, I happen to share Brian's outlook on the whole walk down the aisle. For me at least, I almost look at marriage as as big of a life-ruining event as a teen pregnancy. Perhaps after I've lived a little more I could fathom the idea.
Perhaps
three weeks.
That's like a Britney spears or J.Lo kind of marriage plan. Most people I know don't even broach the whole 'I love you" barrier until after about a month or so. I think I just kinda repeated back to her with an incredulous "three weeks?" and hm'd and took a mouthful of Coke. The gears in my head kinda grinded a little and tried to extrapolate exactly why someone would want to jump in quite to haphazardly to the marriage pool. My simplest reasoning behind it was that it was a religion thing. Something about the whole "no sex until marriage" thing that makes people ache to get married a lot quicker. Although, I think thats a pretty reckless approach to the situation, because really, sex makes up for a pretty big chunk of a marriage type of relationship. For example, if I had stuck with my first girlfriend ( a quite devout Christian gal) and ended up putting on the little gold shackle with her, I would now probably be getting treated to some of the worst sex ever; which in my humble opinion would not a happy marriage make. It may make do for the first little while, but at the tender age of 24, (and who would work
to make it last forever,) that could make for a LONG time to put up with sub-par sex. [I'm of the opinion that more sexually liberated people make for better partners either way, just because they haven't been cudgeled with pastor Bob telling them that Jesus will shit his britches if you actually enjoy a roll in the hay. But, again, this is my opinion based solely on my experiences, prehaps I'm wrong... but probably not]
It's funny, I've been watching the final season of Queer as folk, and one of the big themes in it is marriages, and surprise surprise, I happen to share Brian's outlook on the whole walk down the aisle. For me at least, I almost look at marriage as as big of a life-ruining event as a teen pregnancy. Perhaps after I've lived a little more I could fathom the idea.
Perhaps
VIEW 19 of 19 COMMENTS
Marriage is a sacred union. (For some of us it's a scared union...) And they say when you know, you KNOW. That this is the person you're gonna marry. It must be kinda like having to go to the bathroom...
But some unions are more sacred than others. Take Britney for example. She realized that there was a more sacred union waiting for her down the road (to the trailer park) and so she got divorced. She got divorced, got remarried, and got knocked up. And now she's expecting a little WT baby. Awwww. Such a fairy tale.
My parents are still together. 42 years. Of my three sisters, one is married (dated about 6 years), one divorced after 5 years of marriage (dated about 9 months then got pregnant) and the other one is also divorced after 17 years of marriage (dated about 3 years).
I am still holding out!
--l*P
And I want to be in your bed right now, wearing one of your shirts and a pair of panties, waiting for you to come and makeout with me.