So earlier I headed out to a Chinese wedding banquet. It was my first time heading to one of those so I was really grateful to the happy new couple. Being invited to enjoy a 12-course meal: yes, please! The evening had several events interspersed. This included the bouquet and garter toss. The bouquet was picked up by a little kid. When it came to the garter toss all of the single guys were invited up. I dutifully went up. I was kind of centred behind the groom. Off to my left were a large bunch of other singles. In my mind I was willing the garter to head out to where most of the gentlemen were standing. Only seemed right. I didn’t want to bother being part of the scramble to get the thing. Seriously. I just want to participate and cheer people on. I was just going to keep my hands in my pockets. So, when the toss came, a couple of small kids scrambled to line themselves up. Then, that’s when the inexplicable happened. The flying garter was in my line of sight. Perhaps as a reflex I snatched the thing like a lethargic ninja–without speed, but almost automatically. As soon as I grabbed it, I was like, “Oh shiiiiiiiiit.”
Well, no, there was no chance I’d dance with the bouquet catcher (I’m not a pedo). So I guess tradition narrows it down to the idea that I’m next to get married. HAH. Requires a couple of steps in between (naturally). However catching the damn thing is putting some thing in focus. Am I at a point where Im actually going to put some damn effort and energy into that sphere of my life? If I’m being honest it’s more likely that I’ll just come up with some excuse and say that I’m just not in a state where I can accept someone new in my life. Not forcing the hand of fate.
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