I don't always understand the condolences men give me about getting married. It's not like I, or any other man I know, knew what the hell to do with himself before meeting his mate. In some instances, they are divorced and married fiendish women.
But after three years with my girl, I think I know what I'm getting myself into. Life always brings surprises, and having another independant mind inserted into your life presents a great deal of challenges good and bad, it also creates a more dynamic existence.
When I lived by myself, I swear flies dropped from mid-air out of boredom. A few hours on the computer, often browsing unsavory content, cooking pasta, microwaving high sodium cancer causing meals.
For a night out to "cruise for women," I'd be left only finding mostly empty bars with smokehags from the same era as Lauren Bacall eying me. I had a limit of ten dollars for beer (roughly two beers in Portsmouth, NH), and had to choose the place my chances were best. After two hours, I settled for the hags and went home alone at about 11:00. I never was a night owl unless something good was on Cinemax. I recall most single men had the same dilemma.
So yeah, I guess it's really "sad" I am getting married, but I don't just know for whom because I sure am digging it. She likes writing, camping, Baseball, Television, music, busting my chops, and the Ocean, sounds good to me.
But after three years with my girl, I think I know what I'm getting myself into. Life always brings surprises, and having another independant mind inserted into your life presents a great deal of challenges good and bad, it also creates a more dynamic existence.
When I lived by myself, I swear flies dropped from mid-air out of boredom. A few hours on the computer, often browsing unsavory content, cooking pasta, microwaving high sodium cancer causing meals.
For a night out to "cruise for women," I'd be left only finding mostly empty bars with smokehags from the same era as Lauren Bacall eying me. I had a limit of ten dollars for beer (roughly two beers in Portsmouth, NH), and had to choose the place my chances were best. After two hours, I settled for the hags and went home alone at about 11:00. I never was a night owl unless something good was on Cinemax. I recall most single men had the same dilemma.
So yeah, I guess it's really "sad" I am getting married, but I don't just know for whom because I sure am digging it. She likes writing, camping, Baseball, Television, music, busting my chops, and the Ocean, sounds good to me.
2 comments:
I was thinking about your countdown today...5 days! Wishing you both a great adventure...and lots of joyous laughter.
Thanks Carol, the wedding was amazing! I am back to school, so I will see you soon!!!
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