Sunday, January 22, 2012

Oh yeah, and one last thing...

You know what I'm excited for? The day when I don't have to tag along that death-sentence of a question-- "do you have an issue with same-sex couples?" before I show up somewhere with my girlfriend.  For most general life things, it's not an issue.  Well, it's not an issue, mostly, because we don't let it be an issue.  If someone has a problem it's their problem.  But after the first wedding-related place or two, I learned it was easier to call ahead and slip "it" (the gayness...) into conversation, or ask the question directly to protect me and mine.  The first place that we perused rings looked from me to her and back again and said, "so... you two are marrying each other?" When we said yes, he waved across the entire store and said, "yeah, well engagement rings are all throughout the store," and that's the last he spoke to us. Nothing makes a romantic moment less romantic, or more awkward. [Note: a more complete list of vendors/shops that we recommend and those that we don't will be published just as soon as we actually get to the engagement part ;-), but in the meantime, we'll leave it at some places are quite accommodating and some are not.]

Even the places that don't judge, still have a difficult time understanding.  This, of course, is far more forgivable, but at one particular shop I believe we had to articulate at least half a dozen times: "no, we're not best friends it's..."; "no, there are two brides because it's the same wedding"; "no, no, not a double wedding, we're getting married to each other."  And then to the next person we interacted with, "no, it's..." and all over again.  By the fifth person in, my best friend was introducing us as, "hi, they're getting married to each other!"

People mean well.  Well-- some people mean well.  Regardless, I'm excited for the day when "relationship" or "romantic" endeavors don't explain quite so much explanation, when my girlfriend is automatically my "very close best friend," when we don't get stopped in the street and asked, "is there a particular reason you're holding hands?*" [*True story.  Our first date.  That first tentative hand held and we got hassled by some drunk frat guys. Oh, the life.] Things are great now, and I certainly can't complain, but I have to admit I am very excited for that day when.

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