I was watching "The New Adventures of Old Christine" tonight (which is, by the way, a pretty fuckin' funny show). Anyway, she went to the wedding of an old guy friend from college. When she got to meet the friend's new bride, the bride was instantly snarky and rude to Christine. It turns out that the groom had had feelings for Christine back in the day and he constantly talked about her even to his new bride. Consequently, the new bride hated Christine's guts before she'd even met her. This reminded me of something that happened to me once:
My best friend in high school and most of college (although we didn't go to college together, we still hung out when I went home for the weekend and he came to visit me often too) was a guy. Honestly, I knew that he had feelings for me...feelings that I couldn't return, but I loved him so much as a friend that I couldn't bear to hurt him, so we played this weird game where we never really talked about things between us and just goofed around. He finally started dating a girl back home. I wasn't crazy about her, but I also didn't get to know her that well. All I knew was that as soon as he started dating her, he went away. We didn't talk or hang out together anymore--which is common when any friend gets into a relationship. They ended up getting married and I received an invitation about a week before the wedding, addressed to me, in my old guy friend's sloppy, guy handwriting...which has always made me think that I wasn't on the original guest list, where the other guests got carefully, hand-calligraphied envelopes. I pictured my friend addressing my invite by flashlight, in the privacy of his bathroom or something, so that the fiance wouldn't know that I was being invited.
Being the hard-headed, but faithful friend that I am, I cancelled all previous plans for that weekend and Kevin and I made the trip back home for the wedding. I don't remember the ceremony, but at the reception, I really wanted to catch my friend and at least tell him congratulations. Every time that I got even close to him, his new bride would emerge from the shadows and literally, physically pull him away from me...seriously, she'd grab his arm and DRAG him away. It was so frustrating to me. I mean, for the love of corn, woman....you just MARRIED the man. He's yours for ETERNITY (or at least until the divorce). Are you really that insecure? Even on your fuckin' wedding day? It was sad, sad, sad and I honestly hope that she's matured since then. Anyway, that episode of "Christine" reminded me so much of that tonight....
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