Justine: Five Guys at a Wedding

SXC manYesterday, Nancy posted some ideas for ways to spark the creative juices. One of them included Immersion, in which you involve yourself with the world around you, observing people doing their thing in their natural habitat.

I had an opportunity to do that a few weekends ago when I attended my cousin’s wedding. At the reception, my sister and I were seated at a table filled almost entirely with (young…very young) men. We were definitely the oldest “chicks” at what was clearly the “young person’s” table (I don’t think my cousin knew what to do with my sister and I, so she stuck us there).

In any case, it became very obvious to me and my sister, a voracious reader, that we had some stereotypical personalities at our table and we had a great time identifying them. (I should mention, in case my cousin is reading this, that almost every guy at the table was a gem and fun to talk with and we had a fantastic time at her wedding. Thank you, cuz!)

1. The Clean-Cut Military Man

I don’t remember his name, but the guy sitting just to my sister’s left was tall, handsome, and a poster child (er, man) for the Air Force. He was also smart, witty, devoted to his country, and his long-distance girlfriend, who he saw 2 times a year, if that. My sister and I both agreed he was the type of guy we wanted protecting us from enemy invaders…while shirtless…covered in sweat.

2. The Southern Hillbilly

Next around the table was the guy we labeled “Cooter.” Or maybe he labeled himself that. I can’t remember. Shorter, with a wispy, trying-to-have-one mustache, he was the goober of the group, cracking jokes, drinking a lot, talking with a really thick Southern accent, and making jabs at the handsome Airman (fortunately they are friends). By night’s end, my sister and I still hadn’t figured out if he was acting or was really a hillbilly type.

3. The Quiet Student

Keep going around the table and you get to the quiet student. He hardly spoke while at the table. My sister and I were able to ply his current life situation out of him while we were standing in line for the buffet. We figured out quickly that he’s smart. Wicked smart. Studying microbiology or neurobiology or something-biology, he had that quintessential nerd look with the long, shaggy bangs, somewhat unkempt, rumpled shirt, and goofy, shy smile. The kind of guy your mother wants you to bring home. If there wasn’t a hot Airman sitting at your table.

4. The I’m-Too-Good-For-You-Dude

Skip a guy (we’ll come back to him next), and you get Mr. Too-Good-For-You. Well, maybe more like Mr. Too-Cool-for-You. He didn’t even introduce himself to us (everyone else did and were quite fun to talk with). Even taller than the Airman, his face was perfect. High, chiseled cheekbones, a strong jaw, and perfectly coiffed hair. He wore a big, expensive watch, über-trendy clothes, and he laughed too loud and bragged about his escapades to his friends (I think he wanted us to hear, because he sure was loud). Flanked by two not-quite-as-handsome guys on either side of him, we can only guess they were his “wingmen” to make him look good…as well as important…and to back up his claims to fame.

5. The Wingmen

These guys clung tight to their main man. They also did not introduce themselves to us. Trying to be cool? We weren’t sure. They laughed a lot at Mr. Trying-To-Be-Cool’s jokes, but didn’t lead the conversation. I’m sure they’re nice guys, but I guess we’ll never know.

So, five stereotypical personalities at one table. Have you ever been somewhere and had personalities jump out at you like this? Which ones are most memorable to you?

2 thoughts on “Justine: Five Guys at a Wedding

  1. Sounds like a fun evening, Justine. I love people-watching. You owe your cousin a big thank-you, and wasn’t it perfect that you were with your sister, who sounds like a great person to share the game with?

    A little while ago we were Up North, combining a family birthday party and a visit to my mum. We stayed in a very old and beautiful hotel, and unusually the broadband in our room did not work, so in order to get a connection I had to take my iPad and sit in the reception area. Which put me smack in the middle of a wedding party. I decided, on the basis of no evidence whatsoever, that it was a second-chance romance. I guessed the bride (a vision in off-the-shoulder white satin) at late-30s or early 40s, and I swear a good-looking guy (early 20s) called her ‘mum.’ A little later, the bride was happily cuddling a very small baby who was drooling on her dress. Was it her grandchild? Not sure, but the baby was making chuckling noises and the bride was glowing. The whole party was dressed to the nines, women in gorgeous gowns and men in morning dress, but no-one in the party seemed drunk, or loud, or over-excited, or formal – just deeply connected, quietly content, and very, very happy.

    • That sounds like a perfect ending scene for a book! How wonderful to absorb that — all the good karma, the good feelings, the way folks were dressed — and remember it for a future scene in a story!

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