Fast-forward a few years and everybody and their mother is getting married and having babies, if they haven't already. I had also turned 21 and realized how much fun it is to
Well, something happened at the end of my next to last semester of undergrad: I met this guy who thought he was my boyfriend. And he treated me like his girlfriend. I liked him. He was a good, strong, Auburn fan and he made me laugh. And I really liked being treated like a girlfriend. So, I decided I would start calling him my boyfriend.
Six months later, I graduated from college and I was attempting to become a bona-fide adult. And I was IN LOVE with this man. I wasn't the only one who thought they could see what was about to not happen. Surely, we would be announcing our engagement any second now. Wrong. Apparently, all the seriousness of this relationship was getting to him and he asked to cool it down, and eventually broke up with me just after the one year point.
I gave up the single life for this?
All of a sudden, the thought of marriage made me angry. I would watch "General Hospital" and think, "Why can't they leave poor Patrick alone? Isn't it enough that he and Robin are together? Why does he have to be forced into something more? Friends of Robin, SHUT YOUR MOUTHS! YOU'LL SCREW IT UP!"
PTSD? Maybe. Just a little. (No offense to those who actually suffer from PTSD.)
Not to worry, though, my boyfriend and I got back together soon after the grandest romantic gesture I have ever experienced (note to future husband: you must top this, and you have some big shoes to fill to do so): after a few hours of drinking beer together at our beloved TC's on a Friday night, my boyfriend professed his love for me, so that everyone within a 10 foot radius could hear.
For six months I had been waiting to hear those words, and it was better than I ever imagined.
Well, two years later, I finally decided it was over. Over. Over. Over. Unless, he had suddenly changed his mind about getting married and becoming a parent (again, for him). No, he hadn't, so we both knew that storm cloud that had been hovering over our near-perfect relationship all these years was exploding.
I decided to move to Auburn for reasons unrelated (although, it would be an added benefit to be 100 miles away from him in case of a moment of weakness).
But, y'all, I have a confession: As excited as I am about being single again, I really want a husband. I have visions of purple garden weddings, Pottery Barn linens, Lenox China, sweet little babies with good, strong, Southern names, and a membership with the Lee County Junior League dancing in my head.
I have the wedding fever, and the only prescription is a ring on my finger.
It's just the way I see it, y'all.
So, if any of you out there know a good, strong, Southern man who is also a good, strong, Auburn fan (or just plain doesn't care or who can be mature with me about it and not be a tacky un-Auburn fan), is into adopting kids, will appreciate a wife who cooks and manages the house, while volunteering for the Junior League, and selling the occasional property to supplement the household income and support her Pottery Barn habit, who doesn't drink too much, but isn't a teetotaler, who isn't so conservative his socially liberal wife needs to walk on eggshells when it comes to her socially liberal ways of thinking (bonus points if he's very socially liberal, as well), who just wants to have a good time and who lives in Auburn (or is willing to), send him my way.
