I had a ton of things to do tomorrow, but I still got out of bed. I really couldn't sleep, so I figured I might as well write something.
This really was the final installment of the final installment of my blind-date diary.
This was going to be an extremely modest wedding.
But for someone like me, who didn't enjoy socializing, it still felt pretty lively.
The guy didn't have many friends, so he invited one. The girl had more connections, so she invited two.
Five people altogether obviously weren't enough to make much of a wedding.
Fittingly, the guy hadn't paid a bride price, and the girl naturally hadn't brought a dowry either.
Just like something out of an online comedy clip, the girl asked, "Your birthday's the day after tomorrow. What should I get you?"
The guy said, "There's nothing I really want. How about we get our marriage license? That way, I won't forget our anniversary, either."
So she agreed, and so I couldn't sleep tonight.
Earlier this year, I'd complained to some readers about all sorts of stereotypical characters, all from the older generation. They were every bit as clichéd as supporting characters in those short-form dramas.
Meeting each other's parents, and having our parents meet one another, hadn't gone particularly well.
But now, all those difficulties seemed to have suddenly disappeared. Tomorrow, the only people at my place would be people my age or younger.
Many years ago, I'd imagined that when I got married, I'd want it to be just that: getting married. Simple and relaxed. That sounded great to me. I hated all the fuss over formalities. But I hadn't expected... that it could actually happen.
Many years ago, I'd thought about finding a girl who could play Dota 2 and Age of