Wednesday, September 05, 2012

In Case You Were Wondering

A few days ago Rachel and I were invited to a birthday party for someone over at the NAU campus. Naturally, this means that we were crammed into a small apartment with what felt like a million other college students. This is fun to most people I guess. Anyway, we were making our way through the crowds meeting lots of new people, none of whom were particularly interesting or worth talking to- but it's better to make conversation than to sit in the corner alone. So, there were lots of dudes and almost as many ladies at this birthday party. Most, if not all, of these people were seeking one another- whether it be to flirt with, to go home with, or live happily ever after with. Whatever. Dugan didn't come because he could care less about being in a room full of that many people (the same reason he doesn't go to concerts) and knows that if I go without him, I will be a respectable adult and not do anything dumb.
 At one point, someone used the word married and that brought up the fact that I am, indeed, a married lady.
"You're married?" Says someone, I forgot to care who it was.
"Yep. Is that alright with you?"
"I guess. What's his name?" As if I would be making it up.
Rachel steps in, tells everyone his name, and that he just got out of the military. Now, this was proceeded by a heap of questions from the multitude of dummies at the party like: "does your husband know you're here?" "do you guys get lots of benefits from the military for being married?" and my favorite "why did you marry him?"
One last comment made by someone at this party was by a guy who stuck around for awhile, talking to Rachel and playing games with a few of us who were stragglers. As Rachel and I were leaving the party, he turned to me and said "it was nice to meet you, you married wench." Wench, huh? After a gasp given by the people present, he followed up that comment by saying he meant it in the nicest way possible. Hayden, I know you were just kidding, but that doesn't make it any less douchey.
Let me get to my point.

I am married. I am happy. I am young, and I am perfectly okay with that.
My husband doesn't mind that I attend a stupid birthday party once and awhile without him attached to my side because he prefers it that way. I shouldn't feel shunned when the single turds at a college party discover that i'm not open for business. It's rude and It makes me feel kind of crappy that I become the "married wench". No wonder I hate coming to these things.
I don't need you asking me if I got married for the benefits the military gives me. It's an extremely big insult to me and anyone else. Don't do that to people. Don't make people give you reasons why they decided to fall in love. 
For your information and in case you were wondering:
  • I married Dugan because he was the only boy who held the door for me high school. 
  • I married Dugan because he was the only boy who told me smoking, drinking, and all those other things they tell you are cool actually make you look stupid.
  • I married Dugan because I don't want anyone else. Ever. At all. Not even in the slightest.
  • I married Dugan because he is really frickin' cute and smells really good.
  • I married Dugan because he can't stand the thought of losing me.
  • I married Dugan because he has never called me a bad name.
  • I married Dugan because I wanted to. Not because I didn't have any other choice, felt like it was the right thing to do, or didn't know how to act out in any other way.
  • I married Dugan because he hates yelling.
  • I married Dugan because he asked nicely.
I get it. married people aren't cool. We don't belong at your parties. I won't come anymore, and that's certain. I'm not mad, i'm not bitter, I feel perfectly fine being married, happy, and not part of the single world. I just wanted to bring it to everyone's attention a few out of hundreds maybe even thousands of reasons why I got married. I don't like to be scrutinized, belittled, or called names because I made the best decision of my life by marrying someone who makes me feel special.Your single party life doesn't look appealing and I am happy without it.  I have someone to flirt with me, go home with me, and live happily ever after with me every day of my life. His name is Dugan & he is wonderful.

I guess i'm just not cut out for that kind of college life. That's perfectly alright with me. I like my kind of college life better, anyway.
I love you, sweetie! I am glad you're mine.

1 comment:

Life as a Greenstreet said...

I love you because you're cute and I'm glad you married Dugan. He's a good brother/uncle!