This makes six, I think. Not counting the implied intent of starry-eyed and slightly delusional boyfriends or bums.
There was one hand-written on three-lined paper, circa 1986. Three that one wild month junior year of college. One on an airport shuttle about five years ago.
“When are you getting married?”
“I don’t know. You’ll have to ask my boyfriend.”
“You can get married whenever you want.”
“Oh?”
“You want to get married, you let me know. You can get married whenever you want.”
One sesame bagel, toasted, with veggie cream cheese and a side of self-esteem, thanks.
~beatrix
1 comment:
Bah, you just decide when you want to get married and propose to him yourself! ;-p
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