Kleinfeld’s a popular store in my neighborhood has the largest selection of designer and couture wedding dresses (or so they say). It’s located a block from my apartment building so I pass it often. When I’m walking my dog on the weekends, I usually pass a few brides-to-be with their moms/aunts/grandmothers or friends/wedding party. Occasionally there’s a weary-looking man with them.

A couple of weeks ago, I struck up a conversation with a woman standing outside Kleinfeld’s who asked to pet my dog while she was waiting for her mother to show up. She looked to be 35-40 years old and was over the moon (her words) about getting married, which I thought was sweet. It was her next comment that gave me pause. Actually more than pause because it happened a few weeks ago and I’m still thinking about it. She said she’d been dreaming about her wedding since she was 11. And before you say lots of little girls like to play bride which is what I was thinking she went on to tell me that she and her mother had designed her entire wedding for her 11th birthday. I laughed … because I thought she was joking … I mean, she had to be, right?  No. She meant it.

Since age 11, she has known where her wedding would be (The Plaza Hotel), her color scheme (pink and yellow), the kind of cake (multitiered, vanilla and cherry something) and what the dress would look like (long train, spaghetti straps … I forget the rest). Through the years, she said she would update details on the dress and tear out pictures that fit her vision. Now remember, she’s middle-aged (ugly word) now so she has done this for 25-plus years.

The woman who’s been dreaming about her wedding all her life not the marriage and actual life but the wedding: what is her deal??? (Needless to say, I’ve never done that, but I do know this chick isn’t the only one.)

Is it just me? This seems a little nuts to me. But not to everybody. I shared this story with a woman I know and she was like yeah, so what. OK, so maybe it is me. What I remember most is this grown woman gushing that she was finally getting the wedding she’s been dreaming about for, lo, these many years. Here’s the thing: she never once mentioned the groom … her husband-to-be … the guy she was supposed to spend the rest of her life with. And that’s what I don’t get. The wedding ceremony seemed to mean a lot more than the marriage, the till-death-do-us-part bit. I sure hope it works out for her.

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