The wedding was perfect; Rebecca married her long time sweetheart, Jean Havoc, and their love was truly a sight to behold.
It made me want a love like that; I was often too busy to actually go on a date, because I mostly worked.
I love my job, and the normalcy of it soothed me as I worked.
Rebecca seemed so happy though that I felt an inkling of jealousy towards my best friend; she had devoted her quality time to finding the man of her dreams, and had succeeded after months of impossibly bothersome men that had only let her down until she encountered Jean.
Normally, I wasn't one to warm up to people so much after I had just met them, but Jean and Rebecca had both insisted that I call him by his first name.
The night stretched on seemingly endlessly in a blissful sort of way; it was a nice night for a wedding: bright enough to see, and cool.
My natural tendency to leave crowds for a breath of fresh air had me slipping out of the crowd on to the balcony, giving me plenty of time to think on things and mostly reflect on life.
As was my tendency, I started out on recent events such as hearing my best friend's excited wedding invite via the phone, long before her letter had time to reach me, all the way to the womanizer of Central.
He seemed to thrill over the challenge of turning me in to a hopeless bimbo; Rebecca had never been one, but had been interested in winning his heart long before she had met Jean.
I guess that I was his little challenge: a game to the man that had lost himself in the thrill of having countless woman fall at his feet.
May be one day, a woman will claim his heart, and cure him from that sick disease.