Although just a story, there is some truth in this one that I will share at the end.
Table 15-Joe and Vanessa’s Wedding
The invitation was well received.
The first wedding after Covid was hopeful for this new widow.
Being a little socially isolated looking forward to seeing
family and friends of her husband, Heather was thinking about what a senior
should wear.
A new senior. As 66 is not old but not young.
So to the Bay for one of their long dresses for a summer day.
The purple/pink floral frock or do we say frock anymore. More
purple than pink.
Church service was not the long Catholic mass as many were
used to having. A small trio with a flute player made the music so special at
the ceremony.
Bride was beautiful. Great flower arrangements. Three
beautiful calla lilies! Just wonderful to be at a happy event.
Staying behind to chat with some family and friends it was a
good social time for Heather. Many people said how they should get together.
Maybe coffee. Maybe lunch. Sounded really good
Going home for two hours between the church and reception
gave some time to cool off.
The receiving line was long enough. Then the bride’s mother
took her aside. George’s cousin on his father’s side.
“We did not know where to sit you so I put you with some of
the groom’s friends.”
Looking at her she thought but I know about 100 people in
this 300 person wedding. She had spoken to several at the church. Some were
glad to see her as it had been almost a year since George’s death.
So Table 15 was the table.
A group of 5- 40 something couples.
The women all had botoxed faces. Noticeable with the eyelids particularly.
Approaching the table, Heather introduced herself and sat
down realizing she would be the sole single at the table.
And the only Senior.
Scrutinizing the room she saw a table with George’s family
that she had known for over 50 years. She gave a little wave at a couple.
Another table with business acquaintances she had known for over 20 years.
Another table with more family.
Like she thought already about 100 people in the room.
Trying to act unoffended
like it didn’t matter when it did.
So casually asking how do you know the bridal party to the
couples at the table.
College mates and wives.
Then ignored again.
Thinking to sip her wine and act like she was having fun when
she wasn’t.
The bride and groom had their dance.
The first course of food.
Music playing and time to dance if anyone wished to.
The bride’s dance with her father.
Then the second course.
The groom’s dance with his mother.
Then the talk turned to sex and how their generation unlike
the one before was more sexually savvy and knowledgeable.
And looking her way as if she was some outdated dinosaur.
Heather was thinking about how sexually active her parents
had been. Her mother often talking about how much sex she had while she was in
her teens. They had come from that World War Two generation that wanted to make
up for time after the horrendous time of 6 years at war.
Then her own relationship with George over their 40 years of
marriage. The fun. The sexy outfits he would buy her. The video tapes they
would make then watch themselves. He
often would watch one while she was at work and masturbate. Then he would tell
her what he had done during the day while she was at work then want sex.
Oh this was after the three kids left the home and they were
empty nesters. They had been willing to try new things and have each other
pleasured. In her 30s had more ogasams with each go usually 3- 5. Slowing down
to mostly two in her late 40s then a good one in late 50s and early 60s.
Missing your spouse as a widow means you also miss the sex.
The intimacy. The companionship. Just missing.
Two of the women at the table were trying to outdo each other
and at the same time fondling their spouses arms and who knows what went on
under the table.
Should Heather tell them to get a room!
Then she thought of the toys. You know the toys, The
vibrators, the feathers and whatever else George decided to bring home for her.
Well she still had them. There were important memories too.
The third course came.
More bragging from the botoxed women.
She could not help herself.
So asked. “ You have sex a lot.”
They smiled and acted smug.
“ But tell do you know more than six ways to give your
spouses a hot blow job? You seem to think you invented sex. I only knew six
ways so maybe you can let me know if you know more ways?”
Every head at the table looked her way.
The guys’ eyes were popping.
Then Heather took her purse, the bonbonniere and left the table.
She found her server and advised him not to worry about any
more plates for her as she would not be returning to her table.
Needing a washroom break, she found the Ladies room. As she
was leaving she encountered the bride’s mother who asked “ Are you leaving?”
with a confused look.
Heather was polite and said “the crowd at the table where you
put me were very immature and very botoxed.
They really were not my crowd.”
Then Heather looked at her and said” please do not ever
invite me to another one of your functions!”
Heather called a cab as she had been given a ride by one of
her grandchildren so she could drink and not worry about driving home.
She smiled to herself. She was sure they were still trying to
figure out the six ways.
October 24, 2023
Copyright- Barbara Di Mambro
Adolph and I were often treated as the outsider couple. At the Social Club, the President often said he did not know where to seat us. He suggested we should have asked our own people even though Adolph played cards with all the guys at the Club. Then one family wedding where we knew at least 200 people, the bride's Mom stuck us at a table where we did not know the other couples at all. Lastly when I would go to a Bridal shower with my mother-in-law I would be put at the table with all the other widows. One older aunt saw how I felt and did acknowledge Barbie you are at the old lady's table.
So this story although fiction, has many credible pieces to it.
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