The Benefits Of Giving Away The Bride
Magda is a dear old friend of mine. I grew up with her and her four sisters back in Hometown. They are a stunning family of Cablinasian mélange. In February 2004, Ann and I were on vacation in Copenhagen and visited her and her new beau by driving across the fabulous Øresund Bridge into Sweden. Magda has had romantic challenges, twice married with a child from each husband; she recently had a third child, her first daughter, from her boyfriend Gustav.
A few weeks later I received a call from an excited Magda. Gustav had proposed and she was over the moon. "Will you come give me away?" she asked. "Happily," I said, " but only if your dad cannot make it" I did not want to get embroiled in family politics.
Come August I flew across the Atlantic to Stockholm and took the train to her town.
The wedding was in the stunning garden of the best hotel in town. I got there a few minutes before it began. As would be expected Magda was nervous (this is her third time, don't you ever get used to it?) Most of the guests saw me for the first time as I walked her down the aisle.
Now, I have always considered weddings good hunting grounds for an aspiring player, but the kind of attention one gets after he has just walked the bride down the aisle is off the charts!! There were lingering handshakes and a-little-too-warm smiles in the reception line. And every woman wanted to know my story; how I knew Magda, why she refers to me as her 'best friend", and on and on. Now I was lapping it up.
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I was in top form; I danced with women from ages 13 to 80. I had a jolly good time. There was this stunning woman whose name escapes me. She was there with her boyfriend but was a little too friendly. I asked her about him and if he would mind the attention she was paying me and she said "I do what I want, and this is what I want to do."
"Eh, okay."
Our dancing became increasingly more intimate and I thought that I would pair off with her, when her boyfriend came and informed her that they were going home, and Magda discreetly mentioned to me that the boyfriend was Gustav's very good friend.
A few months later, Magda and Gustav told me that the boyfriend had been primed to "kick my ass" but only held off because he did not want to ruin his friends wedding.
Oops.
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I did not notice her until towards the end of the evening. She was from England and had been working in Stockholm as an architect for a while. Her ex-boyfriend was at the wedding and he had been criticizing her all evening. She was mad. Perfect.
After about an hour of chatting I noticed that the birds were chirping and dawn was rising. I needed to close this deal quickly as I had a noon train to catch back to the airport. "Let's go back to your hotel" I said rather directly.
She looked at me and asked "But what will ex-bf think."
"He doesn't deserve you" I said, then grabbed her arm and we walked out to one of the waiting taxis.
We had a fabulous morning. She was lithe and energetic. Alas I had to get up way to early to get the train back to the airport to get back home.
But what a fun night.
A few weeks later I received a call from an excited Magda. Gustav had proposed and she was over the moon. "Will you come give me away?" she asked. "Happily," I said, " but only if your dad cannot make it" I did not want to get embroiled in family politics.
Come August I flew across the Atlantic to Stockholm and took the train to her town.
The wedding was in the stunning garden of the best hotel in town. I got there a few minutes before it began. As would be expected Magda was nervous (this is her third time, don't you ever get used to it?) Most of the guests saw me for the first time as I walked her down the aisle.
Now, I have always considered weddings good hunting grounds for an aspiring player, but the kind of attention one gets after he has just walked the bride down the aisle is off the charts!! There were lingering handshakes and a-little-too-warm smiles in the reception line. And every woman wanted to know my story; how I knew Magda, why she refers to me as her 'best friend", and on and on. Now I was lapping it up.
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I was in top form; I danced with women from ages 13 to 80. I had a jolly good time. There was this stunning woman whose name escapes me. She was there with her boyfriend but was a little too friendly. I asked her about him and if he would mind the attention she was paying me and she said "I do what I want, and this is what I want to do."
"Eh, okay."
Our dancing became increasingly more intimate and I thought that I would pair off with her, when her boyfriend came and informed her that they were going home, and Magda discreetly mentioned to me that the boyfriend was Gustav's very good friend.
A few months later, Magda and Gustav told me that the boyfriend had been primed to "kick my ass" but only held off because he did not want to ruin his friends wedding.
Oops.
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I did not notice her until towards the end of the evening. She was from England and had been working in Stockholm as an architect for a while. Her ex-boyfriend was at the wedding and he had been criticizing her all evening. She was mad. Perfect.
After about an hour of chatting I noticed that the birds were chirping and dawn was rising. I needed to close this deal quickly as I had a noon train to catch back to the airport. "Let's go back to your hotel" I said rather directly.
She looked at me and asked "But what will ex-bf think."
"He doesn't deserve you" I said, then grabbed her arm and we walked out to one of the waiting taxis.
We had a fabulous morning. She was lithe and energetic. Alas I had to get up way to early to get the train back to the airport to get back home.
But what a fun night.
posted by SagaciousDemon at 11:11 PM
