2: fit to be tied...over forty & tying the knot

it was inevitable.

in retrospect, at least.

this match. this cocktail. this haphazard collision of two satellites who had, for decades, been orbiting a common planet.

the deceitfully conniving planet being my baby brother.

maybe it takes some kind of undeniable gravitational pull to transform a pair of solitary beings into something else.
                         maybe i just like the poetry.

ultimately or, perhaps, predictably - it all started over a wedding. not ours. but that of the baby brother in question. the best man and the big sister. thrown, unexpectedly, together in a cacophonous blur of final preparations, calming of nerves and the next full beer or glass of wine (for the bride and groom. of course.).

the rhythm of keeping his company was instantly sublime. easy. like an old pair of jeans.

fit to be tied...over the hill & tying the knot

where to begin?


i'm going to tell the story of a little girl who never played house and then married a man she couldn't resist who broke her heart and her faith and her hope...and left her ready for a future filled with alone. she didn't go softly into that alone night, oh no, she raged against the dying of the love light - she raged on every online dating site and at speed dating events and as a regular at her favorite bar. she raged until she constructed an entire future built on alone - a future she became not just resigned to, but excited about.

and then some guy came along and her whole single future plan was shot to hell.

and now i'll stop talking in the third person because, seriously, that's pretty creepy. so here i am. in the least likely place i ever expected to be - 41 years old and engaged.