Have you ever met someone perfect for you? The vibe between you is great. You can't stop talking to each other. The chemistry is there. He laughs when you talk and he really listens to you. He is tall enough for you, cute enough for you...perfect for you. Bam!!! He's getting married and definitely not to you. Isn't life something. So you laugh it off and you both say how weird it is that you just met and you let it go. You know that should be the end of it so you say to yourself, well we get along great..so we can hang out and talk . No big deal. Afterall nothing is going to happen.
Yeah nothing happens except for the fact your brain goes to mush and all you can think about is him. As the wedding day looms closer, some very lucky woman is getting all the last minute details of her dream day ready while you are praying for something to happen. You don't know what but something like....maybe he declares his undying love for you and realises that he cannot live without you and calls off his wedding and you both live happily ever after. Or maybe she decides she is about to make the biggest mistake of her life and then she cancels the wedding which will bode well for you since you won't have that on your conscience but the ending is the same - you ride off into the sunset on his white horse and live happily ever after.
Nope! Does not happen. You try to snap yourself out of it by telling yourself he's just having a last minute sort of fling (cant really call it a fling since nothing actually happens), or maybe you are a challenge, or maybe you dont really like him, its just the fact that he is unavailable since you have issues anyway. All that.
Then its D-Day. You wake up with a sinking feeling but drag yourself to your kickboxing class and this time when the 1 hour is over, you tell Sergeant Joe you will pay him extra for another 30 minute session of pure punishment. Bring on the pain. Anything not to think that at that very moment, she is in a flurry getting into her dream dress while you look like shit sweating like a pig.
At the exact time the wedding begins, you are playing with your 5 year old cousin who you know loves you unconditionally and thinks the world of you and will not leave you when some silly boy in the playground tugs on her pigtails. After you estimate that the deed has been done, you get in your car and drive to the salon and get the works since you have a dinner party that night.
Night falls and you head to the dinner party. You pass by the reception location and wonder if you should go on. Common sense prevails. Moving on. Get to the party and do your thing - wow everyone with your charm and grace, knowing that you look good. Engage in thought provoking conversation, crack some jokes that are met with lots of laughter and you know you have held your own in this room full of sophisticated people. You are smiling, laughing and looking ravishing with the killer red high heels and the right amount of cleavage on display. You look good. So why does it feel like you are not really there? Like there is someone else on display and the real you is clammed up somewhere.
You have always gotten anything you wanted but not this time. The almighty cosmic joke. This is one thing you will not have.