Such pacts are usually made during times of heartbreak, when trying to comfort each other. Let me clarify that further. During times of heartbreak, when trying to comfort each other with copious amounts of alcohol.
I myself agreed to such a pact when I was a mere 19 years old, and living on the uni campus in Townsville. The mate in question was Ben, a fellow Melburnian who was studying the same course as me and whose room was opposite mine in the dorms. I wasn't really suffering from any heartbreak at the time, I had broken up with my boyfriend as soon as I got to Townsville (very brusquely over the phone after I had lost the sayonara gift he had given me on the ocean floor somewhere between Great Keppel Island and Rockhampton) and was fairly happy being single. From what I remember Ben hadn't had any heartbreak either, although he had broken a few hearts in some very eyebrow raising ways in a very short time. His preference to stay cold in a hammock during a camping trip to Alligator Creek, rather than sleep next to his girlfriend in a tent is one example that comes to mind.
Ben is a year younger than me, therefore at that time was a very youthful 18 years of age. And so the magical age of 25 was set in stone, not only because 25 seemed like a good age to be married by, but also because it felt like a lifetime away in which time I was confident I'd be married to a rockstar or celebrity of some sort, swimming with dolphins in the Carribbean applying my marine biology logic on acquiring the perfect tan.
Judging by the age we set not only did we not give ourselves enough time to find our respective life partners, we also underestimated the wisdom John Lennon imparted on us all those years ago about life being what happens when you are busy making plans. You can assume all you want about whatever you want, it doesn't necessarily mean it is going to be, something I wan't aware of then which is rather ironic since I now feel that my life is one huge example of that.
Back to the story at hand. Ben was - and still is - a great friend of mine. A good-looking guy who possesses all the qualities I would want in a potential man-bride. Well at least now he does, but back then the bottle a day of JD habit he proudly kept up was kinda worrisome, especially when his liver did actually pack up on him for a while, and no wonder too. But that and other things we laugh at now aside, - he has certainly grown up into a decent, hard working man who has retained his mischevous streak.
It is amazing we have stayed not only friends, but good friends considering, apart from the first 6 months of knowing each other when we both lived in Townsville, our friendship has always been maintained over a distance, firstly due to us residing in different states, followed by different countries. Ben made the effort to visit me when I was in hospital all those years ago with some sort of Ross River Fever/Diabetic/Asthmatic amalgamated disease, only he could have known how upset I was not to be returning to Townsville, especially since we were supposed to return together. Whenever geography has permitted, we always catch up - though face-to-face contact is sparse, thanks to MSN and email we are always in each others lives.
I remember approaching my 25th birthday, which happened to be my first birthday in Japan, I received a cheeky reminder from Ben via email as to our pact. To which I responded that we still had almost another year unti he turned 25. I think as his 25th drew close, we both thought it best to extend the matrimonious age to 30.
Not that either of us will ever push to put the pact in action, but it is something we do laugh about every now and then. Though distance has always been a factor in our friendship, he still remains one the closest people to my heart and will always be in my life, even when we are eventually married - to other people that is.
(I felt like writing this after reading a fiction book during whilst being in Cairns called Deranged Marriage by Faith Bleasdale, about such a pact being enforced)