Day CLXXlX

Divine Intervention

      I’ve always wondered why bridesmaids always have to wear those ugly, frumpy frocks. Maybe it’s so they don’t one up the bride, can’t be any other reason. But, do they have to be so, so…uncouth? There we were appreciating the gathering, as the groom, and his best man waited at the alter for the brides entrance.

     I first noticed her when she walked into the church in a long, form fitting, smart lavender gown. But that was it, I didn’t pay her any mind. For that matter, I don’t think she noticed me either. After the wedding I saw her again on the FDR, in the car next to ours, on the way to the reception in Long Island City. Again I didn’t pay her any attention.

     At the reception I remember I gulped, and I promise you, that my heart skipped a beat, when I saw her glide across the floor to her table. The next time the band played, (and it was a really nice, five piece band), I gracefully slid over to her table, and asked her to dance. It wasn’t an easy decision for her, she almost said no. But her kin, and friends edged her on, and we danced. I guess I must have been motivated, by divine intervention. I have no idea what I said to her, nor what we talked about, but we danced the whole evening, everything. Later I was invited to the groom’s family’s house for the after party. Before she left I got her number, and called her the very next day, the hell with conventions, what ever they were. I also remember chain smoking to overcome my anxieties about her, it calmed me down, and three days later we had our first legit date. To make a long story short, we got married six months later on St. Valentines day, and that was more than thirty five years ago. Where did the time go, I keep asking myself?