Let's just start this entry off with a disclaimer. I don't dislike people who have weddings. That's nearly everyone who's married. I don't dislike attending weddings. I don't resent people for asking me to attend or be in weddings. It's an honor and I enjoy it.
But I swear to all that is holy that no matter how female, domestic, and girly I am I will never understand the desire for a big ploofly white dress, six attendants dressed in matching dresses, tuxes, a church full of family you don't necessarily like, and, oh, I don't know...candles and flowers and stuff. I don't get it.
In the first place, I am missing the wedding gene. I have never fantasized about my big day. I have never made lists of who I want to be my bridesmaids. In fact, I don't particularly care.
Which leads me to my second point, that to me, it's not the wedding that counts. It's the getting married that counts. I don't want a big day all about all the me my family and friends can handle. I want to get married. I want to say my vows with my husband and be married in front of my immediate family and closest friends.
I just...meh. Like some people really want pets and some people don't, I just really don't want a wedding. Nothing personal. But what is wrong with me? Every other girl and some guys get this!
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That's exactly how I am. It was a pain in the ass to look for a dress that wasn't ploofy. I finally got one off the clearance rack at David's. The David's ladies were shocked that my hubby helped pick it out. I had the quick city hall thing, tiny party, and off to Vegas we went to blow money on stuff we like - great food and booze.
dont forget you dont look good in cowboy hats either. so dont get married in montaner, they love those things there
L,
Sean
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