Always The Bridesmaid, Never The Bride
We all have one. The friend who you love to death, but somehow
manages to rain on your parade in whatever you choose to do.
I am an oddity amongst my circle of female friends. At the
practically ancient age of twenty-six I am showing no sign of
wanting to settle down and have two point four children with Mr.
Right. Whilst many I grew up with have come to the end of their
second marriages by now I haven't even been in a serious
relationship for four years. And I'm loving it.
Not so with a friend of mine, who for the sake of diplomacy
shall be known as Jane. She jumps from relationship to
relationship, assessing each partner on his long term prospects
in the desperate hope of a wedding ring before she turns thirty.
I'm not sure if a meteor is going to hit the earth after that
point, or if the ticking of her body clock is going to cause her
to explode, but her attitude breathes a level of desperation
that I'm surprised hasn't scared away every man in a five-mile
radius. Which is a shame. No, really. Despite her somewhat
archaic views on women needing to be married Jane is a good
friend and entertaining to be with... if you're female.
Things are not so good however, if you are Kate, another
long-term friend of mine. She is soon to make the leap and walk
down the aisle with Simon, or she would be if she wasn't
worrying about Jane. For in a moment of stupidity she decided to
make the supposedly unpardonable sin of asking Jane and me to be
her bridesmaids.
Now, of course Jane could have said no, but not wanting to
offend Kate she didn't. So for the past few weeks I have had to
endure dress fittings to the following soundtrack.
"But I look fat in this. I'll never attract a man dressed in
peach."
"It's okay for you, you have a fianc