Just got word that someone I really, really chased after years ago is having a wedding reception in Montreal this weekend. She and her fella eloped. His second marriage, so she's now a stepmom to a couple of teenage kids.
Man, did I ever chase after that one. I thought she was it. I was even starting to creep myself out with how dogged I was being. I can't imagine what it looked like at her end. (But -- she was interested too. It was a logistics thing.)
Can't say that I'm not a little bit crushed by this. Not that it was ever going to happen, but even just the elimination of that remote, remote possibility brings a bad case of the feels.
Well, good for her. Congratulations, guy-who-isn't-me. I'll toast to you both tonight.
Boy, this is hitting me harder than I thought. Go figure. I tried my best and I failed miserably. The lesson is: Never try. Ungh.
What is it with women my age marrying much-older guys, anyway? It's happened so often to ones I know, and ones you would never have picked out for that. I have no idea what the proportion would be, but it's happened enough times for it to be a definite Thing. What's behind that, anyway?
No idea. It's odd. Sure, love is blind and all that, but how did some of these guys even make it past the door?