I know it’s coming. I can smell it like how you can smell a cologne overdose on a man walking by. Some day, sooner than later someone who ain’t an older cousin, elder sibling, distant relative or a friend of a friend of a chum of a pal’s gonna come up to me all smiles and go ‘dude we’re getting marrieeed.’
My first reaction will be ‘er what, seriously’, and seeing their faces fall, ’sweet er congrats’.
And if you hear me going on about how old we all are these days, how things will never be the same again and how friggin weird it’ll be to see your friends walk down the aisle knowing that there’s a chapter in their lives that’s about to be written and there’s not enough ink for you..
well remember that I said it here first.
