Weddings and Mr. Macho

There are times when I’m really a surprise to myself. Those times are when I turn into the macho, beer drinking, Monday Night Football watching guy I’m really not. But writing about weddings? You see I didn’t post last week so I made a promise to myself no matter the prompt I would write. So as you can see I’m stuck and the guy in me is out full force.

I like to think I’m this sensitive guy who always the romantic, you know him he’s into walks along the beach in the moonlight. So why shouldn’t it be easy to write about a wedding or about the advice I’d give my daughter at her wedding, talk about a scary thought. I hope she waits until her 30’s. More time for dad to think up a wise and thoughtful piece of advice that will serve her all through her married life. More likely Mr. Football will kick in and I’ll use the opportunity to advise the groom to be, that if he ever hurts my daughter I’ll be kicking something besides a Football.

You see macho is what us guys do, even us sensitive ones. Weddings are a woman’s territory. Have you ever read those wedding stories in the newspaper? She wore a Shimmering Autumn White Gorgonzola gown with three hundred and twenty eight hand beaded lustrous pearls hand picked by pearl diving expert Jorge Ramón de Santiago. Even the diver has a fancy name!

Don’t get me wrong here I’ve been the groom at two of these events, so I’m experienced. The first wedding should have been a warning to me about the marriage I was about to embark on. The power went out on the whole west coast. The world went dark; most people would take that as a clue. Then we spent the morning decorating the hall her quote for the morning was “GET HIM OUT OF HERE, HE’S DRIVING ME CRAZY.” And so it went until the advice I got from my best man. He said, “Hey look a back door it’s not to late!” The ceremony was beautiful. Everything was perfect. But really I was a guest that day. Mr. Macho sure didn’t save me that day. I was more like the deer caught in Mr. Macho’s headlights.

So move forward thirteen or so years and I got a second chance. They say you learn from your mistakes and I think that’s true you see, our wedding was wonderful, simply done in her parent’s back yard, with just our families there. The rain that was forecast never appeared. It was easy, enjoyable and a chance to share our vows with those we loved. And what about Mr. Macho? Well, really who needs Mr. Macho when you’re married to Mrs. Right.