About a year ago insanity was taking over and made me not only elaborate my perfect wedding date in my mind – no, worse, it made me distribute these bubbles of hot air in the world wide web. Completely certain that this date would never be a realistic aim, I had no idea that with the end of 2007 the end of my single life was near as well. With the slightest bit of hope that this would be the case, by all means I had refrained from publicly advertising how weird I am when it comes to numbers.
Meanwhile, I actually found someone who I wanted to marry already after having spent less than 30 hours with him. Yet since he scored nearly as high on my husband-wishlist I was unable to come to any other conclusion. Even more amazing was the fact that my openly shared weirdness did not scare him off at all – standing on the Greenwich meridian he asked me to do just that: marry him. Such courage under fire can only be rewarded by a clear “yes” ![]()
Even though my knight in shining armour was stunningly happy to go along with this madness, there were circumstances preventing us from booking the perfect date. So, it is with great joy and a broad smile that I trade the perfect wedding date for the perfect guy (for the picky ones: I am well aware that he is not “perfect” but “perfect for me”) and marry him on the 6th of June 2009 instead.
However, I will keep myself from going into details as to why exactly this date is not that bad after all ![]()