lessons over dim sum

I can't believe how fast Christmas came. It's weird...I feel like this semester went by faster than last year's fall semester in Paris.

So lots of things happening, I don't really know how to sum it all. Yesterday I had dim sum with a group of ladies I like to call the First Wives' Club. Basically, Mom and her friends. They gossiped in Tagalog and English and bossed the wait staff around. I felt a little out of place, but I came for the food and sometimes they tell funny stories.

Two guys sit at the table next to us. They're probably a little older than me. And, perfect timing, because Auntie Trini starts asking me about my love life. And, I swear, the guys were barely talking, they were just listening on because the First Wives' Club doesn't talk, it broadcasts.

I'm answering her prodding questions softly, and then she tells the story about how her daughter met the "perfect" man. He was rich, working in the entertainment business. They were planning the perfect wedding when, little by little, she started seeing these little things that started bothering her about him. The clencher though was that she went to meet her future in-laws, and her fiance's dad was out golfing while his mom was at home in a wheelchair. And it hit her: "Is this my future?"

She broke it off. She didn't marry the guy, and she's happy with her current hubby who I've met and is a really sweet guy. Bottom line...Auntie Trini didn't tell me what the whole moral of the story is. I guess it's that nothing is perfect, nothing is what is seems, but I also think it's that I shouldn't look at all the little things. I don't know. If I really love a guy, then that means I love his faults too, right? Mom had said on the ride home, "I love your Dad, and he's not perfect."

I hate shopping this time of year, because it feels like all the couples are out holding their hands in your face. Blurg. I was out and about getting some things, and I saw a couple, and this girl had a big SLR camera with her (why?!), and they took a photo of themselves. I guess I was in a bad mood because I went "UGH!" though not loud enough for them to hear. I hate feeling like I'm in someone's romantic comedy.