And she catches it!!

It wasn't like it was an attempt to entrap my boyfriend or anything. Like a passive-aggressive way to make him propose to me, or put any pressure on him. It was a pure act of competitiveness.

It was at the magical wonderful wedding in Vienna, and it had come time for the bride to throw the bouquet. Lots of girls gathered round, and were ready to catch that thing flying by, promising them a soon upcoming marriage. And there was me. I had my comfy new sandals on. And a lot of spontaneous competitive adrenalin going. And I knew immediately that I had a good chance catching the bouquet. The others were mainly sporting semi- to very high heals, and I was convinced they wouldn't dare jump. So I placed myself in the very front of the crowd, and got ready. And when it came flying I jumped like a deer, and caught the freaking thing!


I was so happy, and everybody applauded me. Apart from the other girls that didn't catch it. They gave me askew glances, and came up with a theory that bride (as some gesture of thanks for the dress) had conspired with me to let me catch the bouquet. I say nonsense. And wohoo, I won!