I caught sight yesterday of a photo from Jennie's wedding. Jennie, of course, looked fine, but it was her new husband Tim who really caught my attention.
He's an odd looking fellow. Unattractive really. You might expect me as the other man to think something like that, but I like to think I'm pretty fair. I knew he wasn't flash looking, but lets face it, beauty isn't everything. But he's definitely both odd looking and ugly - which is surprising if only because Jen is a good looking girl herself.
Funny thing I didn't feel a lot seeing the photo. I felt disconnected from it, as if it had little real relevance to me. That was accentuated by the way he looked - I couldn't see him as a rival, even though he got the girl. I certainly didn't feel any pangs of loss or jealousy. If anything I looked at the photo and recalled the connection we had Jen and I, and felt affirmed that it was indeed a close run thing.
These days I'm pretty philosophical.
