I have no idea if I will fall in love with The Dress. I've been on one single wedding dress shopping trip and tried on about nine, and while none of them were particularly awful (okay, that's a lie - what possessed a designer to stick horrible silk flowers on my ass I will never know) I did not feel the emotion many starstruck brides have described as "love." Specifically romantic love, as in: "I was going to buy this $600 dress but then I made the mistake of trying on this $2000 dress by Vera Bradley and I fell in love with it."
I realize I've only tried on nine dresses, but I don't see myself collapsing in tears at the sight of myself in a pile of white satin. I don't have ill-feelings or any kind of judgment for people who do, but I am... just... not that sort of person. I will likely crack many, many jokes instead. Because jokes are pretty much what I do, especially in unfamiliar situations.
Additionally, I've never been the type of person to imagine myself as a bride. I can see myself as a wife, or a mom, or a long-term totally awesome girlfriend (egotastic!), but that liminal space where "girlfriend" becomes "wife" is not something I have ever, ever thought about before now. I will hear about brides talking about "feeling bridal" and feel a bit bad that I don't share that. It's my loss, so I'll just have to make do with what I have.
In the meantime, I need to figure out what on earth I'll be wearing for my transition from girlfriend to wife. I hear that you typically have rather a lot of people looking at you at the time.
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