And we ran away...

My friend (and a mentor to all us girls in Savannah)Laura, was married this past weekend! I was priviledged to serve as a pamphlet-hander-outer and punch-server. Really, twas tonnes of fun. After my punch-serving duties were over, i was rounded up with the rest of the single ladies at the reception for the "throwing of the bouquet". Laura's bouquet was a beautiful dozen of dark red roses. I love crimson roses. Anyhow, she threw it...and though there were about 20 of us, no one caught it. It hit the ground. Then one girl scooped it up off the floor. I had to wonder why no one went through the effort to catch the beautiful bunch of roses. Traditionally, it means you'll be the next to get married...so maybe we thought people would think we were dying to be married off to the next handsome bloke that makes a decent living if we caught it. Maybe it's because none of us thought ourselves worthy enough to be the next lucky girl.
Yet the same thing happened with the men and the garter. It hit the floor, and the guy closest to it picked it up.
Why did we all run away?
I still don't know. Maybe i just wasn't feeling like putting in the effort to step forward a metre and to catch the roses. I'll have to do better next wedding. Maybe in Germany. I'll catch it one day, dang it.