I was
eating lunch by myself in a restaurant.
I took a table in the corner with my back to the wall, as I usually do,
so as to not make myself a vibrant target for a sniper. Though the pair of women was three tables
away, the one facing me had a voice that carried in a way that an opera singer
would have been jealous. She had
something to say, and she was going to say it.
There was no stopping it. She
would be heard.
The woman
was one of those East Coast "I'm a career woman goddammit" types with
the overbearing manner of a future Jewish mother. If you want to know what is
wrong with you, I would think that if you spent ten minutes in the orbit of
this woman, she would let you know in the most direct manner possible. “Greg, maybe if you weren’t such a self-centered
asshole people would like you more! And
take a minute to iron your fucking shirt.
You look like crap.”
Thankfully,
the focus was not on me today. Today, it
was all about her. She didn't so much
talk to her friend as lecture her with an angry tone on her failed relationship
history. Even from a distance you could see that the biggest issue in her
failures was plainly evident. Who could
handle that type of constant criticism? Most
men would just plain lose the ability to withstand the daily verbal
onslaught. She continued with her voice
rising in aggravation as her story continued.
Her last
boyfriend had taken her to a wedding. She and her boyfriend were
“serious”. It was all going according to
plan. They were living together, and
there was an expectation of marriage, children, and the whole bit. The plan all
went horribly off track at the wedding reception. The last thing you think will happen when you
are the guest at a wedding is discovering your boyfriend having intercourse
with the bride in the bathroom. I can certainly imagine how this would have
derailed the relationship. It's probably pretty tough to get past the image of
"your guy" thrusting into another woman in a bridal gown. Hallmark,
as far as I am aware, does not make a greeting card powerful enough to get past
that one. The relationship was over.
I would
have loved to have slid my chair over there and asked her some follow up
questions. What exactly happened when this discovery was made? What sort of scene did you make? (This woman would not have been the “tearful
exit with handkerchief held to face” type.
I would expect lots of yelling at everyone as the crowd gathered.) How did you get home? Certainly you didn’t drive together like you
came. What did the groom do? How about everyone’s parents? Man, it must have been a hell of a thing. I have so many questions…
The actual
incident, while spectacular in a destructive way, is totally fascinating. From her
ex-boyfriend’s point of view, why did he think this was a good idea? I think we
can agree that the "sanctity of marriage" idea wasn't a big concern
on his part. Even though he appeared to be a bit of an amoral risk taker, going
for the bride at the wedding reception itself seems a bit over the top to me.
He either wanted to "mark his territory" like a junkyard dog or
the concept of forbidden fruit just drove him to insanity. If you want to
have sex with someone other than the woman you took to the wedding, the actual
bride at the wedding wouldn’t be the first thing that comes to mind. Even if he thought the bride was interested,
one would think that the timing of her actual wedding reception would have
placed too many constraints on action.
Not for that guy. These are the
actions of a dangerous man. He has no
filter. Nothing stops him. He is a man that should be monitored closely
by The Authorities.
That was
when the story veered into the woman’s present boring dating life. I felt cheated. I felt the woman’s story lacked the obvious
follow up on the full explanation of the newlywed’s fate. I did have my theories. Maybe I am a pessimist, but I think the
marriage might have been over. When you
get divorced after a few hours, do you still refer to the other person as your
Ex? What is the protocol on that? If I had been either of them, I would have
hired a very good public relations firm, like that one that made us forget
Manti Teo is gay or swept the Tom Cruise divorce under the rug. It would
be advisable to move to a new city, or face having a decade of awkward
conversations with people you run into at gas stations. “Soooo…. I haven’t seen you since that
wedding…”
I am going
to grab lunch now. I will sit in the
corner, to avoid being an obvious target for a sniper. With luck, a man will sit down two tables
over and say, “Yeah, I’m not together with Shoshanna anymore. Wait… You didn’t hear about that wedding we
went to?”
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