Me and my hair will be just fine.

My childhood best friend got married this weekend.  He asked me to read at the wedding (”Love is patient, Love is kind…”), but I haven’t really kept in touch with him since college.

This really put a nice button on the end of a summer full of change, particularly in my love life.  Not only did every Filipino at the wedding ask me when it was “my turn,” I felt a little extra losery that I didn’t have a date, and instead went with my sister, who all the white people referred to as my wife.

By the way, I’m getting married in 2012.  It was just easier than having to explain that I’m single again cuz inevitably, I’d have to answer the other question: “what happened to your girlfriend?”

Man, Filipinos are nosy.

The bad news:  I’m the last of my grade school buddies to get married.
The good news:  I’m the only one with a full head of hair.

You win some, you lose some.

They did this thing when everybody started clinking their glasses to get them to kiss… They had a bag full of the RSVPs and they would draw a couple’s name and that couple would have to stand up and kiss.  It was a really cool idea, and yet it got progressively depressing for me to see these couples, some newlyweds, some who’ve obviously been together for decades, stand and express their love with their partner.  Depressing for me because I want that.

As much as it might be intriguing to think that I could be with a different girl every night of the week, I’m still a romantic-type and I find myself wondering if that one girl is out there looking for me too.

My sister and I were taking care of the groom’s niece, because his sister was in the wedding, too.  She’s one year old and doesn’t like me that much.  But I found myself thinking that she’s at a point in her life where she has nothing but potential.  And when it comes to my life and where I’ve ended up after this summer, I feel like the rest of my life is in front of me.  I have nothing holding me back, nothing tying me down.  Nothing but potential.

I can still have first kisses, first dates, first dances, first times to hold hands, first times to get that feeling about someone, first times cooking together, first times cuddling on the couch watching chick flicks, first times meeting parents, first times meeting friends, finding out if she’s a Vikings or Packers fan, taking her places she’s never been, being taken to places I’ve never been, and that feeling you get when you realize you’re falling in love.

Yeah, she’s gotta be looking for me because she’s gonna have to be the kind of girl who would appreciate all that stuff as much as I do.  And if not, at least I have all my hair.