I've been busy the past few weeks in final preparation for my friend's wedding which was held Saturday last. I was a bridesmaid in it-the "extra woman", in fact. The groomsman that I was supposed to have walked down the aisle/generally paired with was unable to attend due to a health problem (very serious, really) so it was a good thing that I am in the midst of reading Marjorie Hillis's Live Alone and Like It: A Guide for the Extra Woman so I was slightly prepared for the feeling that I was somewhat in the way. Especially when the bridal party was supposed to share a dance with the bride and groom at the wedding and I had absolutely nobody to dance with. I was on the brink of tears, but then Jane Austen came to rescue me. No, not the Jane Austen here, but in the literary sense. I realized that at that moment, I was Harriet Smith in Emma. Except, I had no Mr. Knightley to rescue me. Such is life, right? Especially the life of the "extra woman". I saw my future, and I have to admit it was kind of bleak.
However, I do have a mini-break at the beach planned for this weekend. Things could be looking up!
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Dear Charlotte,
ReplyDeleteWhy are you reading a book about living alone? You will not be alone forever. I know this because a) didn't you look all dreamy and hot in your bridesmaid's outfit. Post those photos to an online dating site and see what type of hits you get. And b) I have promised you a Welsh houseboy like Darren. So you will not be alone because you will have a hot man or a Welsh houseboy who is more feminine than you and of course you will have to do all the heavy lifting and killing of spiders. So trust me...I am your Mr. Knightley come to rescue you. Dance with me?