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The Groom
by Deirdre (1998)
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A friend of the bride, knows the groom better than
most, and that relationship could ruin a marriage, if
she let it. (MF)
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Kelly, one of my best friends back in high-school, was
getting married, and I decided to go to her wedding
even though I hadn't seen her in years -- not since her
parents had moved away from my old home town while I
was away at college.
The wedding was some distance away, but when I got the
invitation old memories came back and I decided to take
the opportunity to see Kelly again. So I found myself
at a wedding where I knew only Kelly's family on the
bride's side, but then to my surprise, I realized the
groom was someone I knew!
Geoff, the groom, was someone I knew in college.
Specifically, I met him when I worked one summer in the
dining hall. I was assigned the job of dish washing--
helping to run the dish washer and washing the pots and
pans. When the supervisor showed me the room, there was
Geoff. During the regular school year there would have
been more people, but the dining hall ran on a reduced
staff during the summer.
Well, my freshman year I was pretty successful
attracting guys and for most of the year I was going
with one of the most popular guys in the school. Jay
was an upperclassman and a star athlete. I admit I
thought I was really hot stuff, but I was serious about
that relationship, and wanted it to continue despite
the fact that Jay was away for the summer.
Well, the first day Geoff and I were working together I
managed to mention my boyfriend at least three times,
just to let him know that I wasn't really looking for
any moves from him and that he had no chance with me --
and also because I was nervous about working all the
summer with one guy. Well, Geoff was really easy-going
about it that first day and I thought I caught some
amusement in his face as well. But over the summer we
had plenty of time to talk and soon I was finding Geoff
easier to talk to than my boyfriend -- in fact, easier
to talk to than anyone I could remember. We managed to
talk about a million different things.
As we worked, I watched Geoff and the people he knew.
He seemed to know everybody in the school: the entire
faculty seemed to know him, and lots of guys seemed to
come to him with questions. A lot of girls would come
by to talk to him too, often dropping hints. He was
friendly with them and seemed to share a friendly
intimacy with a lot of girls, but never did I see any
hint that he was going out with any of them. He always
seemed to have time to talk to everyone, and eventually
I realized that he never avoided anyone, no matter how
unpopular.
Well, the summer was one of the friendliest times I
ever had, talking with Geoff every day, but it was also
one of the loneliest. With no dates at all I tended to
have dull evenings. Soon my fear that Geoff might ask
me out grew stronger because I was afraid I would say
yes. But he never did -- he never even dropped a hint.
I began to wonder about it because he seemed to like me
and he always seemed glad to see me.
Usually when I meet some guy I can sense their
attraction to me, but Geoff was always very friendly
without a hint on anything more. I remember a couple of
Fridays when I was wishing and wishing he would ask me
out, and I even remember trying to drop some really
subtle hints. But he never seemed to notice them.
Well, when fall semester started, I got two shocks.
First, Jay seemed distant, and after a couple of weeks
he was dating a freshman -- naturally the prettiest one
of the crop. The other shock was that I discovered that
Geoff had transferred. I couldn't believe it -- we had
talked so many times and he had never dropped a hint
about it. I certainly had no claim on him, but I was in
a daze for months after that.
So here I was at the wedding, seeing Geoff again for
the first time in nine years on his wedding day. I
didn't realize it was him until I saw him standing at
the front of the church!
I admit my mind went into overdrive. I had thought of
Geoff once in a while over the years, thinking about
what might have been, but seeing him again made me
realize immediately that since that summer I had been
unconsciously comparing every man I ever dated with
Geoff. I had gone with one guy for a couple of years,
but other than that I had had no lasting relationships.
Suddenly I felt pitiful. Here I was, throwing my life
away on a guy who had found love with a great woman,
and who never gave me a thought. And it was all my
fault -- he certainly had never done anything to lead
me on. I felt a sudden stab of jealousy because I knew
that Kelly and Geoff had been living together for quite
a while, but that led to guilt feelings for having such
thoughts about Kelly's husband -- on her wedding day,
too.
Well, the wedding finished, and as I left the church, I
grew more nervous as I approached the bride and groom.
I wondered what he would think of me--and I wondered if
he would remember me. Well, Kelly introduced me to him
and at the mention of my name, I saw a fleeting
startled look on his face. Then he told Kelly he
already knew me and that we had been best of friends
for a summer.
He did it so smoothly I lost my panicky feeling. He
took my hands and leaned over and hugged me. I couldn't
believe I was finally touching him, and in this
situation! I knew I should kiss his cheek, but I was in
a daze I just backed away, not taking my eyes off of
him. He was still pleasant, acting the groom, talking
to the next person in the receiving line. I walked away
with every word he had spoken ringing in my head.
I went to the reception which was at the hotel where I
was staying wondering what this evening was going to be
like for me. I sat at a table with complete strangers.
They were friendly enough, but I wasn't much to talk
to. Dancing started with the traditional dance between
the bride and groom and in a little while Geoff came
over and asked me to dance.
He asked me how I was doing and about high school with
Kelly and told me briefly what he had been up to. He
was very friendly, and seemed really glad to see me.
After that, I was still in a daze and I finally slipped
out long before the reception was over.
I went off to my room, tried to read for a while, then
ended up just laying awake in the dark. I thought and
thought about missed opportunities, of about my snotty
attitude in dropping my boyfriend's name the day we
met, about my own temptation to drop him more hints,
about my double-dealing boyfriend, about my years of
thinking of Geoff off and on, and about the times he
had come to my mind when I lay in bed rubbing myself.
And I was no more than one of his many friends, though
perhaps his best friend for one summer.
Finally, I had to do something -- I got up, put on my
robe, and slipped out of my room to head for the
vending machines. But as soon as I was out of my room,
I found myself face-to-face with Geoff! He was
apparently walking towards the vending machines or the
ice machine too.
I froze in the doorway. He didn't say a word, but I
watched his face, and it lit up as if I were the only
person in his life! He walked up to me, leaned against
the wall, looked down at me and said, "We should have
had a better chance to see how well a relationship
would work."
I felt a lump in my throat and my stomach felt like it
was turning inside out. He HAD been thinking of me. We
might have had a chance, but I had ruined it. "Why did
you transfer?" I blurted out. I immediately wished I
hadn't said it. I didn't want this to go on.
He said, "I couldn't stand the idea of seeing you with
your boyfriend."
I felt tears welling in my eyes. Suddenly I was
conscious of the door open behind me to my hotel room.
"Well, it is no time for a relationship, but we CAN
have one kiss," he said. He took me in his arms and
kissed me. And I pulled him so close and crushed my
lips against his.
It was like a dream. I kept clutching him and pulled
his body against mine and I'd never wanted a man so
much as that moment. We kissed and kissed and finally I
felt him draw away. He still held me in his arms. He
looked at me and I could see tenderness and concern.
I realized I could take his hand and just draw him into
the room behind me -- I didn't know what would come of
it, and I didn't know if I cared.
But I did care.
I finally managed a faint smile though my eyes burned
with tears. He seemed to read me like a book and he
drew away, quickly brushed my forehead with his lips,
turned and walked away. I immediately backed in, and
shut the door, standing in thought.
I went back to bed, got under the covers, and fingered
myself as I imagined what might have been.
END
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