Manifesting the very existence of fear in one’s mind, I daresay, I spent the night before my wedding with a complete stranger (a female of course)!
Forbidden act, it was. For one, any kind of physical intimacy before the holy bond of marriage is considered one of the seven most deadly sins, which provokes high chances of being thrown unceremoniously to hell, by most religion and society. Secondly, the next morrow I was to be married, for heaven’s sake!
I, Ross Mansfield, 26, male, born and brought up (read: dragged up) in California, was parented by rather strict idealist parents, as compared to American liberal standards. Though I have more years ahead than I have left behind, I surprisingly lost most “blissful” illusions life imposes on the vulnerable and on those who are new to its terms.
In my opinion, love is no gift from heaven above, it is an excuse to sound horny without debasing oneself; when you find your “soul mate” BELLS DON’T RING, the voices you hear in your head probably cry – “look at her tits, wow” ,if you cared to listen.
But no, most people instead of being the better judge of their own conscience, would prefer to listen to the dumb Radio Jockey , who incessantly plays mushy love songs, and claims the truthfulness of even cheesier love quotes. Bleh!
Having moved from one girl to the other progressively, since my high school days, I have never been able to settle down, or even consider it. Ironically, however, my disciplinarian parents fixed an “arrange marriage” for me. That was definitely the last thing I would have done under slightly normal circumstances, but in the end, considering all sorts of pros and cons, I consented, in the full knowledge that my dear parents won’t rest till they had me “happily” married and settled with a kid or two in a nice home. Revulsion, yes.
Nevermind that, now that I have started it, I should probably do the justice of telling my reader, what I had been going through, as the day of my wedding was fast approaching. A tremendous sense of unease knotted in my stomach at the alien, alarming prospect looming over my head, like a monstrous apparition breathing impatiently behind my back. I was nothing but claustrophobic and restless - I kept pacing my room at odd hours of the night, merely because I was unable to catch sleep. Often, I wondered if I should make a run for it.
On the eve of the wedding night, right when my head was about to explode with the phantom pressure, my need to escape was at its peak, I stole out of my house – perhaps to look for solace, or maybe to experience the last night of absolute freedom.
I went out and got drunk in a pub, there was this gorgeous blond chick, whom I eyed many a time over my drink. And she, eyed me back. As I approached I could tell she was as drunk as I was, if not more. one thing led to the other, and before long we were swaggering out of the rowdy pub to somewhere more secluded. Needless to say we got laid that night. Later in the early hours of the morning, my groggy eyes complimented the beauty of the girl lying next to me. She was extraordinarily stunningly Beautiful, even by blonde standards. However the hangover was still hard on me and I failed to get her Name.
Later in the morning, when I regained absolute sense and sanity, a fleeting sense of remorse crippled me as the reality of the sin I had committed hit hard. It was probably to compensate for my wretched deed that I went ahead with the wedding without any further ado,and with considerable good humour.
That evening I was to be united with Rosalie Watson in the holy wedlock, a fashion graduate from the Devry University, whom I have never met before.
Later in the church – Surprise hit me hard, and my mind clouded with mixed feelings when Rosalie walked down the isle towards me – Rosalie was no other than the girl I has sex with the previous night!
I could see my own shock and horror reflected in her eyes too, as she drew near. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she stood before me. Each of us was expecting the other to explain the absurdity of the situation, to make better sense of the strangeness unfolding before us by some weird twist of fate
But what followed was completely unexpected- instead of tedious explanations, and stammered words, we simply shared a secret smile, at the memory of the previous drunken night. And at that very auspicious moment, we hit it off, right away!
She did not tell me her reasons for behaving the way she did, and neither did I ask her. ‘cause I already knew – for they must have been exactly my story – starting from the distaste for the concept of love to the claustrophobia on the eve of the marriage to a complete stranger.
The sex was exhilarating – if not anything it helped us to clear our heads of demons. And I, CORRECTION, we ( Rose and Me ) no longer resented it, rather regarded it as a blessing in disguise. There was no place for remorse anymore. in no time both of us were laughing our hearts out at the reminiscence of the pre-nuptial “incident”. For what its worth, it was worth all the while. We sincerely enjoyed each other’s company, and though I hate to admit, I was FALLING IN LOVE with Rosalie, my priceless beauty with brains.
Who says that only opposites attract? Rose and I, the pure likes, were ecstatically happy together, and was indeed deeply contented with our new found delight. Enchanting, it was.
We have heard that exceptions don’t necesaarily make examples,in the same way the outcome of a forbidden deed may not always be disastrous. For all we know, the results can be resplendently joyous,as in our case, instead of the repentance you were dreading .
I consider myself lucky to have been drunk with her that uncanny night,for whatever followed in its afterglow suited us perfectly,l ongterm.
Long live the likes!
Amen.
