All Posts Tagged With: "Marriage"

The Weekly: Penelope Trunk, iPad Porn, Outsourcing Online Dating, Ryan Keely

Some fun links this week. First and foremost, one of my absolute fav bloggers got married last weekend, Penelope Trunk. Please stop by her blog and offer congrats and give her some love: Turning Point. Her wedding was intimate and a bit non-traditional, to say the least, which I thought was awesome. Includes pics.

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The Best Article On Marriage Ever, From The Times

I’m not sold on this whole marriage idea, but I could see myself getting married if I ever decide to shed my pimp status. I guess. Anyway, I found this awesome article in the New York Times about a 30-something couple in California who go to marriage counseling and embark on the project of improving their relationship. It’s the best damn article on marriage I’ve ever read. Continued

A Recent E-mail Exchange: Or, I’ve Become the Cliche

So, as I’ve mentioned before (though not super recently), Jake and I set the date: May 12, 2012.  We’ve already made some decisions:

  • The wedding favors will be M&M’s with our initials
  • Jake’s in charge of the cake

We were discussing engagement rings recently because I’d sent him an article from The Atlantic about how shady and terrible and manipulative the diamond industry is, and and we basically decided that it wasn’t an industry we wanted to support.  Then we had the following e-mail exchange: Continued

Defining Casual Sex

So recently in the comments on his blog, Hammer accused me of having something against casual sex, and this got me to thinking.  I mean, I’ve certainly had plenty of it.  I’ve never kept a list of previous partners because I think that’s creepy (like, psycho creepy, ewwwww), but suffice it to say we’re not talking single digits here (though not triple digits, either).  So why do his posts engender an almost physical reaction of disgust, depression, and pity in me?

Well I guess in order to try and figure that out, we’re going to have to define casual sex.  Continued

What I Want vs. What I Want

All righty, peeps – I am about to ask your advice about something which has me genuinely torn, and while it doesn’t directly affect my relationship, it certainly has all sorts of possibilities to do so.  The reason I’m torn is because I feel like there are two things I want more or less equally, and in some ways they are intertwined and in others they are in direct competition with each other.

Ready to weigh in on my life?  Here goes… Continued

Honey’s Marriage Makers

So, ever since Lance posted about his marriage makers, I’ve been thinking about mine, and I realized something strange.

In the same way that you always think that having kids, or getting old, or sick, or even winning the lottery is something that’s always going to happen to other people and not to you, I never thought that I would get married. I spent my whole dating life wanting to be serious with someone, but I never fantasized a wedding. I never imagined a dress, or a wedding location, or a honeymoon–it literally never occurred to me. I will admit to imagining a ring, but heck, that’s jewelry, not a relationship. And for those of you who are curious, here’s the only ring I have ever liked.

In any case, this is totally lame, but I spent the whole winter break with the BF, and it’s definitely the most time we’ve spent together (second place goes to a month in Europe–look for an entry about how international travel is the true test of compatibility). Now that school has begun again and I’m driving to and from Flagstaff, I realize how lucky I am that we are so compatible. However, this realization has made being away from him much harder. If I were not going to graduate in May then I would seriously consider leaving, or switching schools, or doing something so that I could be near him.

And then the other day I was alone in my Flagstaff (very cold because the heat was turned off while I was away!) apartment and watching the season finale of The Real Housewives of Orange County. To warn you all now, I’m sadly indiscriminate when it comes to tv–I love everything and will probably recommend it to you–but this was the season finale and one of the women was having her wedding. Suddenly it hit me.

I want to marry my BF. I want to make long-term plans, and strategize to solve our financial problems, and wake up next to him every day, and take care of our pets, and bicker over the TiVo, and everything. I would not be whole without him. For me, this was a completely different realization from knowing that I loved him, which happened after we had been dating only 4 months. Now it’s been about 2 years, and I seriously cannot imagine my life without this person. I definitely have friends and a life that I miss because I drive back and forth, and that life I am missing is something that is satisfying that I could return to if we broke up. However, one of the things that now invests my life with meaning is sharing it with him, and getting his input on my interactions, problems, and triumphs.

I haven’t told him this yet, and in part it’s because he told me after we’d been dating for 10 months that he knew after 7 months that he wanted to marry me. While I drunkenly blurted out that I loved him after 4, I now realize that wanting to marry someone is a completely different admission than saying that you love them. This is something that never even occurred to me prior to about two weeks ago, and I am still trying to fit this into my understanding of the world.

I know this is not a list, and I know that I have advocated making them to you, but this feeling

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is hard to quantify. I think if I had to narrow it down to one thing, it is this: my whole life I felt that I had to put on a bit of a show in order for someone to like me. There was always this nagging feeling that if a guy knew the real me, then he’d run screaming in the other direction. But after this long together, the BF knows the real me no matter how I’ve tried to hide it, and I can be myself. And he’s still here.