Beware of Bridal Fairs

Sunday Afternoon.


Wedding Planning Business Meet Up: Bridal Fair @ Megamall with my Business Associate/Girl Friend/ So-called Maid of Honor- May.

Hunting for decent wedding suppliers for our potential and upcoming clients...

String Quartet playing in the background...

Videographers, photographers, florists, wedding singers, make up artists, designer PA's bombarding me with sample files and photos... my hands filled with leaflets....glossy and cheap colored papers with contact details stapled and promos in screaming bold letters.

A lady approaches: "Promo for Crown Hotel....free reservations....what's your name ma'm?"

I was elated with the surroundings. Weddings are just romantic. It gives you this high.

I go "Jen"  She writes my name on the raffle ticket, my age, my profession, my cellphone number and she goes, "Married or Engaged?" And I was neither of the two ...hello?

I go... "Engaged." (Maiba lang) For a change. The sight of the status scribbled on the raffle ticket looks so real in my head I almost had myself believe in it.  I'm engaged!

She goes "Ano pong name ni sir?" (sort of "What's the name of your fiancé?")

I DID NOT EXPECT THAT. AT ALL. I ALWAYS, ALWAYS THINK IN ADVANCE.

That's basically the reason why I screwed up a lot of potential relationships. Because I was always months or a year a head. And the guy doesn't have enough time to catch up...

  

BUT THAT question I was not prepared...

I guess my reflexes are.

Neurons starts to send... for a moment... two signals but only one made it to my brain...I blurt out. "Michael."  


It was really fast.  Michael who has been my fake boyfriend for a couple of months- which made my mom deliriously happy.  But that's another story.

Suddenly,  I'm no longer the Wedding Planner faking a Wedding to cut some costing.  I am the bride! Whew!

The lady goes back to her mini questionnaire...

"What does he do?" 

"Uhm...he's an Engineer"

"How old is he?"

I have no idea. Instead I said, "Same as my age." - (I think.) I muttered.

"His Mobile Number?"

"He doesn't have one."

"His Landline Number?"

"He doesn't stay home."

Confused nosy lady wrinkles her forehead.

"He works in a ship."

"When is the date?" (of the wedding, she means.)

"December."

Another lady approaches... Disneyland for two....another raffle ticket....asking the same questions... 

"We'll call you!" exclaimed the second nosy lady.

And with all the fancy things around me...

I stood there....thinking..."Oh boy, I'm screwed. I'm getting married this December and I don't have groom..."

http://www.fireonyourhead.org/2010/10/20/the-bride-that-wasnt-all-there/

Nosy lady called the next day.  She said- we won the raffle ticket, hotel reservations for two.  (But really, it's all about this silly marketing strategy.)

You - cute guy with abs. Wanna go?