Weddingbee Blog

I’m one of those people that loves reading horoscopes. I believe I’ve had brief encounters with the paranormal, and I’m a firm believer in fate, destiny, and the idea that we’re not quite as in control as we think we are. I believe in signs and intuition and I don’t think that there’s a logical explanation for everything. Just look at our story.

Some people write things like that off—Mr. Rainbow is one of those people. He firmly believes that there is a logical, reasonable explanation for everything. His mindset is basically this: if you can’t prove it, it’s not good enough.

While I can understand his thinking when it comes to things that he would refer to as “pseudo science” I’m just a little more free-spirited than he is. He’s an engineer, I’m an artist—go figure.

Now, before you lock me up in a loony bin, know that I don’t take these things as fact. I find them interesting, slightly eerie, and just all around intriguing. That doesn’t mean that I devote a lot of time into these things, but I do make it a point to browse the horoscope in the latest issue of Cosmo/Glamour/InStyle/etc. and when it comes to choosing a fortune cookie, it’s no fun if it’s not randomly selected.

Of course, Mr. Rainbow thinks all of this is slightly ridiculous, but it’s our differences that make us work so well.

I read a freakishly accurate horoscope and he says, “Okay, it’s kind of weird, but how many times have they been wrong? They’re bound to get it right every now and then.”

I tell him that a tap light came on with no tap, and he tells me, “It must be a glitch.”

One time Mr. Rainbow and I were at a museum and I took a bathroom break (TMI? Sorry, it’s pertinent to the story!). I heard knocking behind me in the bathroom stall, so I knocked back 3 times “tap, tap, tap”, then it knocked back… 3 times. So I knocked back 5 times “tap, tap, tap, tap, tap” and it knocked back… 5 times. And again, 8 times, but this time with a certain melody to it (you know, dun dun-dun da dun-dun, dun dun). I thought it was him in the adjacent men’s bathroom screwing with me, but when I told him what happened, he swore up and down that it wasn’t him. There was no one else in either of our bathrooms. I was thoroughly freaked out and we hightailed it out of the museum. Mr. Rainbow’s response? “It must have been the pipes.”

Yeah, okay, honey.

Anyway, as you can see, Mr. Rainbow and I come from two completely different schools of thought when it comes to the inexplicable. Fine with me, we can agree to disagree.

But when you reunite with the man you’ve loved for 10 years, and the first time you go to a Chinese restaurant together your fortune cookie* reads a little like this:

(personal photo)

I think it’s fair to say that you’ve won that argument. Some things really just can’t be explained.

Have you encountered any weird or inexplicable happenings in your relationship?

*Yes, almost 3 years later, I still have the fortune.