Hello, reader! You’re looking very well today, I must say. Loving the hair.
Tomorrow I am going on a mini-break to the capital city of romance: Paris. I will be drinking wine, walking along the Seine and gazing in awe at the Eiffel Tower with the man in my life, and it will be beautiful. Sounds like a typical jaunt for a lovey-dovey couple, doesn’t it? Yep. Shame I don’t have a boyfriend.
Actually, it’s not a shame at all. I am rubbish at relationships. What I am good at are friendships, and the man in my life who will be accompanying me to France is my best friend and Facebook husband. There has never been less romantic potential between two people on this planet, and that makes him the best person to join me on this trip.
As you might have gathered from this blog post, I am a firm believer in the importance of all kinds of love (and cheese, obviously). My aforementioned husband is a perfect example of how love can be irrational, uncontrollable and all-enduring. We have loved each other through drunken tantrums, tragic misunderstandings and a year of separation while he was in San Diego. We like completely different films, music, food and clothing. Mario once spent upwards of thirty quid on a Jack Wills t-shirt; until that day I had been under the impression that Jack Wills was some guy in our wider social circle at uni that I hadn’t officially been introduced to yet.
We have worked together as directors, partied together as students and cooked together as people who think that feeding all of our friends in one sitting is perfectly normal (and possible with only three saucepans). It is common knowledge among our friendship group that I am cheating on him by living with my beloved friend Ash, and that we have been behaving like an elderly married couple since we were eighteen.
I know that it amuses people, and I know that isn’t a real marriage, but it baffles me to think that anyone would think it a shame that we’re having to go to Paris with each other instead of with ‘proper’ partners. I don’t feel sorry for us at all. I feel sorry for people who don’t have someone like this in their lives. I can’t tell you how amazing it is to be such close friends with someone that you can literally say anything to them, and that even after nearly seven years of friendship we still have so much to discover about each other. How many people can say that their husband fascinates them? Mine does. He also likes Mariah Carey, but we try not to talk about that.
Smug? Weirdly so, given that I’m not in a couple? Yes, I am. But I’m about to go on holiday with my best friend, so I think I can be excused a little smugosity. By the way, this isn’t an attack on people who ARE married: marriage is awesome. I’m very happy for people who are happily in love. I’m just very happy for me, too.
Have a fantastic rest of your week, everyone: I will be without internet in Paris, so the next blog will probably be on Sunday.