Tuesday, July 06, 2004
Love, and marriage
Now this is slightly surreal.
See, just yesterday, chowing down on laksa with Alice (not her real name) in Chinatown, we were kidding around about the SGEM and some nutter (not Alice, not her real name either) decided to take the mick out of that ad... wossname. you know. thin girl with problem drinking for life... whatever.
anyhow I've never actually seen the ad, but through hearsay, apparently some bloke goes down on his knee and is all flowery and verbose and asks Wossname-liver-transplant woman to marry him, in about two thousand words. She then turns to him and says "what, you're asking to marry me is it."
So Alice's psycho friend (that'd be re-minisce for those of you not catching on to the screwdriver in back variety subtlety) rants a bit about how a proposal SHOULD be verbose. It's the one time in your life when the words really mean something. Okay it doesn't have to be verbose, but it should be sincere, and well, for some types of guy (ie slightly more evolved than the average caveman) one line simply isn't going to cut it. There must be so, so much to confess, so much to ask. So much to... hope for.
Everything's on the line.
One short sentence... wouldn't do it justice.
So we laugh a bit and he experiments with the "typical" Singalander line "Eh. Wan get married anot."
(shades of "you wan or not" for those who didn't catch the coincidence.)
Marriage. It's a scary word to re-minisce. Methinks it must be the English culture rubbing off on him, day in and out. Or perhaps the Watching of marriages creaking at the hinges, just waiting to burst apart. Some rather uncomfortably close to home. Or the god-given made-in-heaven relationships that re-minisce has watched flounder through the years.
He hasn't really thought about what he would say, or do. Well, fleetingly, maybe, in days long, long since passed.
But I have heard some really, really sweet ones.
The fencers once banded together for... was it Mak Chee Wah? 's wedding... a marriage procession down the aisle, under an arch of twenty sabres...
Sigh. That one has to take the cake, in my books. Both romantic, and dashing, and err very slightly sensitive.
It's a shame re-minisce has always been a bit of a loner, really. Can't imagine the sabreurs of old doing that for me.
I have very briefly, for some bizarre reason (must be that time I walked into a door in A&E) contemplated the setting for the wedding-dinner itself.
Somewhere remote, by the sea, at sunset. With a smallish crowd of people - the important ones.
Candle-lit tables on the beach. The best man making his speech to the roaring of the breakers.
A toast as the sun goes down.
heh.
It wasn't even that hard a knock to my head......
See, just yesterday, chowing down on laksa with Alice (not her real name) in Chinatown, we were kidding around about the SGEM and some nutter (not Alice, not her real name either) decided to take the mick out of that ad... wossname. you know. thin girl with problem drinking for life... whatever.
anyhow I've never actually seen the ad, but through hearsay, apparently some bloke goes down on his knee and is all flowery and verbose and asks Wossname-liver-transplant woman to marry him, in about two thousand words. She then turns to him and says "what, you're asking to marry me is it."
So Alice's psycho friend (that'd be re-minisce for those of you not catching on to the screwdriver in back variety subtlety) rants a bit about how a proposal SHOULD be verbose. It's the one time in your life when the words really mean something. Okay it doesn't have to be verbose, but it should be sincere, and well, for some types of guy (ie slightly more evolved than the average caveman) one line simply isn't going to cut it. There must be so, so much to confess, so much to ask. So much to... hope for.
Everything's on the line.
One short sentence... wouldn't do it justice.
So we laugh a bit and he experiments with the "typical" Singalander line "Eh. Wan get married anot."
(shades of "you wan or not" for those who didn't catch the coincidence.)
Marriage. It's a scary word to re-minisce. Methinks it must be the English culture rubbing off on him, day in and out. Or perhaps the Watching of marriages creaking at the hinges, just waiting to burst apart. Some rather uncomfortably close to home. Or the god-given made-in-heaven relationships that re-minisce has watched flounder through the years.
He hasn't really thought about what he would say, or do. Well, fleetingly, maybe, in days long, long since passed.
But I have heard some really, really sweet ones.
The fencers once banded together for... was it Mak Chee Wah? 's wedding... a marriage procession down the aisle, under an arch of twenty sabres...
Sigh. That one has to take the cake, in my books. Both romantic, and dashing, and err very slightly sensitive.
It's a shame re-minisce has always been a bit of a loner, really. Can't imagine the sabreurs of old doing that for me.
I have very briefly, for some bizarre reason (must be that time I walked into a door in A&E) contemplated the setting for the wedding-dinner itself.
Somewhere remote, by the sea, at sunset. With a smallish crowd of people - the important ones.
Candle-lit tables on the beach. The best man making his speech to the roaring of the breakers.
A toast as the sun goes down.
heh.
It wasn't even that hard a knock to my head......
