What the hell?

Marriages of Convenience

My brother disagreed on the possibility of a part-time marriage ever working. I thought that legions of disillusioned urbanites would be amenable to marrying a soldier. Particularly those that ship out 1/2 the year. And that the success rate of soldiers who married women they met near their bases in crappy bars was destined to, well, suck. And that times are a changing and women would not necessarily be appalled to being bussed in for a boy-meets-girl gathering. (Boy did he get irritated with me).

Then today I chucked when reading the following:

I'd told Rickie many times I would marry him if he ever had any visa trouble, and he'd never taken me seriously. I'm not sure I took myself seriously either. But now, as he explained his grim situation over drinks at our favorite bar, it suddenly became a reality.

True to my word, I gulped my cocktail, got down on my knees and proposed.

He hopped off his barstool, knelt beside me and took my hands. "I'd be honored to be the envy of straight men everywhere."

"Straight men?" I said, looking around. "Where?"

posted by irene @ 4/23/2005 02:02:00 PM