Faith and fortune

“I laugh at the speeches, weep at the vows and fall head over heels in love with love all over again.”


It’s the day after my bruising encounter with the Swiss but sadly I have no time to lick my wounds as I have to haul ass to one of my best friend’s weddings. My mate and I forget our invitations in our hungover panic and end up toddling around London in 30 degree heat looking for the venue. We arrive with just minutes to go, sweating like a pair of boiled hams. 


The two grooms glide serenely down the aisle and speak tender, poignant vows to one another as a trickle of sweat pools uncomfortably in my bottom. As two people promise to the spend the rest of their lives together I try to surreptitiously scratch my arse.


The truth is; I needed this wedding. As you get older you get a little starved for romantic love – not just in your own life but in other people’s too. My friends who are in relationships are happy but not in that stargazy, swoony kind of way but in the niggly why-didn’t-you-pick-up-some-bulbs kind of way.


Other couples start to fray at the seams, bickering and yapping in private or public depending on how honest they are. Stony silences; hissed swear words; tears and tantrums at 4am – I have known and lived them all and I need to know that something’s coming that will make the inevitable downpours worthwhile; that there’s still a bit of love in the old girl yet.


So I laugh at the speeches, weep at the vows and fall head over heels in love with love all over again.


A few days later a friend and I are chatting about what happened with the Swiss.


“I just haven’t met anyone like her…well…ever. How can she not be gay??”


“Don’t take this the wrong way or anything darling but what exactly were you expecting to happen? She lives there, you live here – it was never going to work out.”


I know that she’s probably right and yet I’m glad I put myself out there all the same. After all, the newlyweds met drunkenly on a night bus when they were both living in separate cities and now ten years on they’re married.


Sometimes you just need to have a little faith – because fortune favours the brave and sometimes true love is stranger than fiction. 



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