OK, so who wants to plan my wedding?
Job one is, I suppose, to locate a bride. I’m guessing that there must be someone out there who is: female, single, similarly inept at sorting this kind of thing out, vaguely regretting that ineptitude, reasonably cuddly, quite nice and who’d probably be fairly good at being one or two people’s mum in a few years’ time.
My problem with society’s normal ways for men and women to meet is that they’re very good at helping each side to find out a load of almost-irrelevant things about the other: what they look like, what they drink, whether they dare to dance, whether they’re any good at doing so, etc… I suppose you also learn what they like to talk about, but I have to question how useful that is if you’re looking for someone to spend your life with: surely anyone’s going to be out of material after a couple of months; it’d be better to save their amusing anecdotes for later.
OK, so maybe I don’t really mean everything in that last paragraph (which bits I mean I leave to you to work out), but I think the underlying point has something to it.
Anyway, if any of my readers have a plan; or better, a candidate; let me know…