I Don't

I've never heard as many references to marriage as I have this weekend. Over lunch with Brownies and two friends living in Kuwait yesterday, Big Lips decided on an arrangement for the two of us: if neither one of us was married by 30 (we're the same age), we'd marry each other. I quickly stated my hesitation, noting that 30 wasn't that far off, and that I wasn't ready for that big of a commitment so soon. He told me not to worry - I was his "option D." He tried to make it better by saying that the options weren't "sequential," but rather to give him a wide range of women to choose from when the time came. Why he isn't married yet is a mystery.

And today, while in the midst of wedding planning for my cousin's upcoming nuptials, my mother and aunt kept dropping hints that soon enough we'd be going through the motions for my wedding. Our DJ looked at me and said, "What's the rush?! You're so young! How old are you, anyway?" It's a good thing he wasn't drinking when I announced my age (25), because if how far his eyeballs protruded from their sockets was any indication of the projectile that could have spewed from his mouth, we would have been showering for days. His vocalized response: "Oh..."