I just love watching movies and there is a lovely movie out there called "Decoy Bride" about a couple who runs off to Scotland to attempt to escape the media-crazed photographers chasing after the celebrity bride-to-be. They end up at an island named "Hegg" and, as it happens, a writer from the island has just returned home after being dumped by her would-be husband and meets the about-to-be writer husband of said celebrity. The female writer is eventually convinced that she needs to act as the "decoy bride"--Now, what could go wrong with a plan like that? you may ask.
Well, of course it all becomes something ridiculous, as all lies do eventually become--you know, she ends up accidentally marrying the groom for real, dresses/disguises him like her estranged 1970's rocker father, and .....well, I don't want to give it away. Of course, prior to this, she has told a fellow who is in love with her and who, himself, is recently wed, an islander, "I'm off men. I've become man vegan."
I have considered becoming vegan--not a huge far cry from vegetarianism--but still. And therefore, this statement has locked onto my conscious mind and made me think. I think about my own life and how ridiculous my experiences have been. If I think about it, it has been at least a year since I've even kissed a man and even then it was only for a little while. The minute we decided that "it wasn't going to happen" it seemed as if it really never had and all was forgiven. And, before that, it had been at least four or more years since I'd smacked lips with anyone else. And that, I am thinking, probably officially DOES make me Men Vegan. And the meal vegan thing? is just gonna have to wait.
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