What is interesting is not so much the crying grooms, but the notably subdued expressions of the brides in comparison. Perhaps they’re resigned to a fate necessitated by their declining SMV and feigning happiness, or genuinely pleased that they have a soft landing after years on the CC. Some have the smug look of a predator stalking its prey, smiling internally as it gets within striking distance, while their prey remains blissfully unaware of its plans for them.
None of the brides are beautiful, even with professional makeup. Yet as they waddle down the aisle possibly out of breath from the exercise, these men weep with joy.
The thirst is all too real.