marriage and memories

When I was younger, I had more crushes than Big Daddy wrestling Ronnie Corbett. I got used to the girls I fancied being with other guys, often complete muppetts who treated them appallingly. I hoped they'd get sick of the b*stards (their words), and when pouring their hearts out to me about yet another let-down they'd realise that I wasnt like that. I always comforted myself with the thought that girlfriends and boyfriends split up, it's not a permanent thing.

Well now all these year's later I am happily in a long term relationship. And last night I went out with an old friend and her fiance. I used to fancy her (please note: used) but long since got over it. So now she is getting married, and her fiance is a really nice bloke - not a b*stard, just a regular guy. But I couldn't help thinking: If you are happy to settle down with this guy, how the hell did I miss out all those year's ago? Why did you persist with b*stards for all that time when I was ready to worship the ground you walked on?

Of course there are no palatable answers to such questions, and perhaps I am better off not knowing the truth. So after a very pleaseant evening hearing about wedding plans and catching up on gossip I retired home to my girfriend, who I love, without regretting how things have turned out.