So... I am getting married.
Yeah, no, its a good thing. I have heard people talking for years about how marriage sucks. How women were created to suck the life force out of us, after using their sexy charm and dazzling looks to lure us in like fish to a worm. How marriage is only legal slavery; slavery to the Honey-Dos and nagging and the minivan. How life would be better without marriage, just free promiscuous sex with girls much younger than you, beer flowing from every water fountain, and football year round. However, I learned a long time ago, if it sounds too good to be true, it is but go with it anyway. So for the last two years, I have pretty much done just that. Yet...... six months ago, I found a girl, a quiet girl, a country girl, a book-reading, horseback-riding, straight forward girl, who, it should be noted, is totally not my type, but exactly 100% my type all at the same time. I fell hard for this girl, like a crash-test dummy falling from a thousand feet. But what gets me the most is the man she makes me wanna be. I actually want that ball and chain, that slavery... and that girl can tie me up anytime if you know what I mean, girl is an amazing kisser. I can't wait to see what is on the other side of the license to do married things. Yes, we have not had sex,...yet. We tried, we pushed limits, we pushed boundaries, we even pushed things to the brink out in her driveway. But something always held things back. We want to wait. And that's my point. She is making me want to be a "better" man. And I actually I want to on my own accord. Its weird. No other could ever, has ever, nor has the skills to ever make me feel the way I do about this girl. Sure I had doubts for a while. Distance is our current enemy. But I think we can make it. Yeah, with hard work we can make it. And that is the reason I know this will work. I want to put in the effort, every day, to make my love for her known.
What are we but a blink on the horizon? Time is fleeting, and we have only the next breath to look forward to, and it is her I want by my side for that breath. I can barely breathe and each breath comes after a long labored draw of my lungs when she is near. Yet, I think if she ever left me, my heart would stop, it would become a cold, lifeless stone. I am not saying I couldn't live without her. I have said that before about other girls and here I am. But I would a scorned and bitter man. And if it was my fault, I would hate myself for losing such a gem. Yet, I also know this isn't enough to get married, you have to be committed to working hard, and you have to be a team. This girl, she and I can work as a good team, all I have to do is lift my arms and she can walk underneath, (She is 5'0") and when it comes to taking directions, she knows that teamwork is better anyone wearing pants, I mean, "THE" pants in a relationship. We work well together, and we are both competitive people. I also threw her some incentive, if I make it to 70, which requires her to take care of me till then, she gets to shoot me, if she so chooses. I would hope after 47 and three quarters years, she would show me some mercy and actually pull the trigger, but I doubt she will, because she has already complained about cleaning up just one more of my messes. This is the dynamic we have. We act like we have been together for years, yet its only been six months, and yet, we love each other like there is no tomorrow, so its always like we are just a new couple.
So how did the engagement go down.... Well that's a long story, you see. It all started when she flew up to see me and be my date for my sister's wedding (a total fiasco that one). The night before she had to fly home, we were alone, together, in her room, and we were laying there. I made the comment, "This is rather comfortable," to which she sighed in response. I rolled over and said, I want to be with you for the rest of my life, will you do me that honor...." Now at this point, the man usually hits one knee and pulls out a MASSIVE rock. I did neither. I just laid there, and when she nodded, I placed an old mood ring on the appropriate finger, and then, like the gentlemen she makes me want to be, I slid off into the other room and slept on the couch though because of when we had to leave, no one would have known we shared a bed that night. In the morning we talked. I made it clear to her that the night before was simply my way of claiming her forever, without actually making things formal. I had to ask her parents, get a ring, etc before it was a proper engagement. However, on my most recent trip to Florida, I asked her mom, and then while we were at Olive Garden (in the parking lot mind you, you lot who think my romance is lacking) and just asked her if we could make it official. She said yes of course since I am writing this post. And we have set the date for March 19, 2011. I will keep you updated.
