weddings - the ultimate pick up joint?

apparently weddings are the best places to meet people. well that and work.

at a recent wedding, all i picked up was a very delicious cake. it was a hamptons wedding, one of those where the wedding party danced under the full moon as a the waves whispered, barely audible under the four piece jazz band, against the shore. the problem with the city crew is that all the guests are people whom i've known for decades, and all the single men are my ex boyfriends. and since i don't plan on getting back together with any of them, they tend to be scenarios where i eat, drink, dance, make merry and leave alone after breakfast in our finest at katz's downtown.

weddings in the ol blighty are a totally different scenario. fresh crowd, fresh blood. yet i still can't get it right. recently i've been locking lips with two guys. one i should have met at a wedding years ago, but had to forgo because of work commitments. the other i should have met in a few month's time at what i am sure will be a lavish wedding of the year. but given the bad timing i seem to have even with weddings, what i can foresee resulting is not only the sacrifice of the excitement of a wedding hook up, but also an awkward scenario where someone is going to get their ego bruised - probably me again. the thing with dating, especially multiple dating is it's more fun when the parties don't know each other. although in reality that is hardly the case, what with the city being so small and dateable men being listed almost as publicly as the real estate or wedding announcement sections of the times.

so, if things progress as normal i know i'll be leaving that upcoming wedding with another slice of wedding cake as i drag myself back up to the village, my dancing shoes and purse swinging in one hand and a giant cup of coffee in the other. but after a swell wedding, none of that really matters in the end.