Dear friend male acquaintance,
It took me a few seconds to realise that you were phoning about my wedding. In fairness, I did indeed send a wide invite to a number of our circle of friends nearly a year ago, but unless you have never been to a wedding before you might have guessed that no paper invite by now means... no invite.
If you had really wanted to be invited, here's a few things you could have done to have got a bit higher up the priority list of guests:
- Not get so embarrassingly drunk on every possible occasion.
- Not lunge in to snog me when you knew I had a boyfriend (although before I was engaged to him).
- Not threaten to throw a seven month pregnant woman down the stairs at her engagement party when she tells you, quietly enough for nobody else to hear, that she thinks you've probably had enough to drink.
- Not phone six days before the event and after briefly enquiring about the baby (thank you) say "so what are the plans for getting lashed up this weekend then? Where should I come to?"
- Not, when I'd made excuses that I had forgotten about you at the paper invite stage, say in a hurt tone "I've never been uninvited to a wedding before."
Actually, just stopping at the first of that list would be a marvellous start. You are a 27 year old man with a proper job and you hold the Queen's Commission as a Territorial Army officer. You should know a lot better than to behave like this.
As you were.