I remember saying to him, "dude, it's not like WE'RE getting married. It's just an opportunity to dress up, eat, drink, and be merry with some of my good friends." It were as if he thought he'd catch "wedding cooties" of off 'em, or something, and just couldn't bring himself to be my +1.
Shortly thereafter, I was -1, if you catch my drift.
Flash-forward about a year, and, unbelievably, we're "friends". He'd met someone with whom he was "head-over-heels". I was happy for him, if, however, feeling wee pangs of "why wasn't it me?" Around the time of finding his lady love, his friends began to get hitched. So, now, instead of agonizing over why he couldn't go to weddings, he was agonizing over what gift to buy, when to buy it, what to wear to the wedding, and so on. I bore the brunt of much of his wedding angst, and tried to be as helpful as I could. I wondered if his new girlfriend was getting any of this shit. I seriously doubted it.
Six years and many different types of social media outlets later, I find myself attempting to wade into the Google+ pool. For the fuck of it, I thought I'd see if the ex were, too, trolling those waters. He is.
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