Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
Monday, March 02, 2009
And so the last Peter Pan graduates from Neverland and asks the fairy for her hand.
it seems that everyone around me is either getting married or being proposed too, and the prospect of becoming a later bloomer (or worse, a non-bloomer) is making its presence felt in very real terms.
i am 29. i should be starting on anti-wrinkle and cellulite-busting creams. i might be 40 when my kid enters primary school. my skin will eventually sag and so will the rest of my body. wedding gowns don't go well with ageing brides. i need a reason to keep staying on this island.
so in order to hasten the natural progression of things, it makes sense that i ask him about our plans for the future.
or so people think.
this is almost silly to admit, but the bridezilla in me craves for The Moment. the instant when the man gives you that i-am-so-nervous-i-can-almost-die-right-here look, the split second he goes down on one knee, his fumbling fingers opening the ring box, the constriction in your throat and that life-changing, teary "yes" that you immediately whisper.
i want all of that. and i am not about to sabotage The Moment for myself by broaching the topic first. what's the point of a proposal if there is no surprise element or no fireworks exploding across the sky?
the man formerly known as peter pan proposed over an evening of newspaper reading in the living room with no ring. most couples do the job with a trip to HDB. i am fully aware that my own proposal would be less than earth-shaking, but still, i insist on being bowled-over. i want to be able to look at the man when asked that all-important question and know for sure that the path i choose to walk down will be the right one to take.
romance has never been a good friend of reality so i really dont care if i am candy-coating weddings and marriages. but yes, i will heed the advice of those concerned and learn to make my intentions known, albeit in small and discreet ways.
other than that, i shall be right here waiting for my one-carat tiffany ring and my man on bended knee.