Well, gentle reader, let me take a bit of time aside from the ongoing
"how we met" story to tell you a bit more about why I am not in a rush
to get married—not in the eyes of the state or god, at least. Not
that we won't continue to give you the delicious and highly caloric
sweet story of how we met and eventually got to the dizzy state of
goodness that we've reached, but I figured I'd take a selfish moment
to say more about what had been brewing in my little tempest of a
brain for a while, even before I met Natalie. It's actually much
simpler than Nat's reasoning.
Not that I disagree with her position that until gay and lesbian
couples can get married, we shouldn't either; that reasoning hadn't
really crossed my mind until she and I started talking about the
subject, and I whole-heartedly agree. But for some time, I had
wondered why this was the natural progression of a relationship. You
know, first comes flirting, then casual dating and chattering to your
friends about the girl, then awkwardly asking to be
boyfriend/girlfriend, then falling in love,
then marriage.
Yeah, that last bit: why? Does the Great State of North Carolina need
to let me know that I'm in love? Does some imaginary sky-dweller? A
preacher? Would our life together really be that much better or
easier if we got a piece of paper saying that we were husband and
wife? I've yet to be convinced. We love each other. In celebration
of that mutual love and adoration, we'll be having a commitment
ceremony sometime in the not-too-distant future. And if that doesn't
make your heart twitter and a little tear come to your eye, we'll be
having a big-ass reception afterward, so you can at least throw down
with us.
In closing, patient reader, we're happy and very committed to one
another. No signed license needs to convey that to us, nor should it
to you.
"how we met" story to tell you a bit more about why I am not in a rush
to get married—not in the eyes of the state or god, at least. Not
that we won't continue to give you the delicious and highly caloric
sweet story of how we met and eventually got to the dizzy state of
goodness that we've reached, but I figured I'd take a selfish moment
to say more about what had been brewing in my little tempest of a
brain for a while, even before I met Natalie. It's actually much
simpler than Nat's reasoning.
Not that I disagree with her position that until gay and lesbian
couples can get married, we shouldn't either; that reasoning hadn't
really crossed my mind until she and I started talking about the
subject, and I whole-heartedly agree. But for some time, I had
wondered why this was the natural progression of a relationship. You
know, first comes flirting, then casual dating and chattering to your
friends about the girl, then awkwardly asking to be
boyfriend/girlfriend, then falling in love,
then marriage.
Yeah, that last bit: why? Does the Great State of North Carolina need
to let me know that I'm in love? Does some imaginary sky-dweller? A
preacher? Would our life together really be that much better or
easier if we got a piece of paper saying that we were husband and
wife? I've yet to be convinced. We love each other. In celebration
of that mutual love and adoration, we'll be having a commitment
ceremony sometime in the not-too-distant future. And if that doesn't
make your heart twitter and a little tear come to your eye, we'll be
having a big-ass reception afterward, so you can at least throw down
with us.
In closing, patient reader, we're happy and very committed to one
another. No signed license needs to convey that to us, nor should it
to you.
