girl-brain
sometimes i wonder how people deal with others when they want to sit down and talk wedding shop. as a girl, i don’t think i quite relate the same way to other girls when the talk of weddings come up. i don’t squeal. i don’t talk at 100-words-per-second. actually, if you weren’t told, you probably wouldn’t think of myself as one-half of a happily engaged relationship (much to b’s chagrin). it’s kind of just how i am.
when i’m browsing my google reader, i look at pictures of whimsical weddings and think, wow, that’s awesome. on a total design level. then i get intense envy and want all of it for myself. i tend to really only share it with b, or if it’s pretty awesome on a design-level, a few fellow designer friends.
so when a really excited girl comes up and starts asking me about my wedding, i clam up. i spit and sputter and don’t produce anything remotely like coherent english. i string together things like “planner, flags, plates and things.” i’m usually met with slight confusion combined with the fact that i’ve totally put somebody off from talking to me at all in life.
sigh.
