Nine days later I grab a cigarette to step outside and smoke. ‘Would you like to share a cigarette with me?’ I ask.
‘I love sharing things with you!’ She responded.
‘Well, then you’ll have to share my life with me!’ And I put the cigarette between my lips, figuring that’s that.
‘Did you just propose to me?’
Deer-In-The-Headlights, jaw drops, cigarette falls out of my mouth and bounces on the floor. A voice in my head says, "HEY! We need you at the helm for this one!"
‘Well, I didn’t realize that was what I was saying but...yes!’
Our love has been so blessed it’s surreal. She has a four year old son. He’s great! I think he speaks Simoleon, the language of The Sims.
And that’s that. Huzzah!