So a pal of mine, a self-proclaimed bachelorette burned by a cheating first husband, shocked me recently by saying she wanted to get married.
Well, okay, so she actually said she wanted to have sex, and would consider marriage as an option if a endless supply came with the bargain. Here's how the conversation went:
A: I want sex.
OW: Wow.....demanding, aren't we? And also....no.
A: Not with you. I want to get laid. Preferably by a man. I should get married.
OW: Pardon? How do we make that logical leap?
A: Well, that's why people get married, right? For sex.
OW: Not entirely. There's, you know......stability.....family......companionship......
A: But mainly sex, right? 'Cause I don't need the rest of that stuff. I've got girlfriends that are better at that than any man.....but sex I want. Sex, I need.
OW: Is that why you got married the first time? For the sex?
A: Oh, no. That was for money.
OW: Worked out well, did it?
A: Shut up.
So what do people get married for? We can talk about all the ideals of love and family, but when it comes down to it, don't we all just want someone we can count on? On Sunday, I made the huge mistake of deep cleaning my refridgerator. Not just throwing things out, but full-on taking out the shelves, taking the shelves apart type cleaning. It seemed like a great idea, until it was time to put it all back together again. Seems I didn't pay enough attention to what I'd pulled apart - I was clueless about how to put things back together.
Poor B. He was ticked, to be sure, but after he reminded me how I needed to call him before taking things apart, he dutifully went about figuring out the interior engineering of our fridge. And that, I guess, really sums it up right there. He's not afraid to tell me when I've screwed things up, but he's still right there with me to put the pieces together. I guess that's what I got married for.
Well, okay, so she actually said she wanted to have sex, and would consider marriage as an option if a endless supply came with the bargain. Here's how the conversation went:
A: I want sex.
OW: Wow.....demanding, aren't we? And also....no.
A: Not with you. I want to get laid. Preferably by a man. I should get married.
OW: Pardon? How do we make that logical leap?
A: Well, that's why people get married, right? For sex.
OW: Not entirely. There's, you know......stability.....family......companionship......
A: But mainly sex, right? 'Cause I don't need the rest of that stuff. I've got girlfriends that are better at that than any man.....but sex I want. Sex, I need.
OW: Is that why you got married the first time? For the sex?
A: Oh, no. That was for money.
OW: Worked out well, did it?
A: Shut up.
So what do people get married for? We can talk about all the ideals of love and family, but when it comes down to it, don't we all just want someone we can count on? On Sunday, I made the huge mistake of deep cleaning my refridgerator. Not just throwing things out, but full-on taking out the shelves, taking the shelves apart type cleaning. It seemed like a great idea, until it was time to put it all back together again. Seems I didn't pay enough attention to what I'd pulled apart - I was clueless about how to put things back together.
Poor B. He was ticked, to be sure, but after he reminded me how I needed to call him before taking things apart, he dutifully went about figuring out the interior engineering of our fridge. And that, I guess, really sums it up right there. He's not afraid to tell me when I've screwed things up, but he's still right there with me to put the pieces together. I guess that's what I got married for.
Or, in other words......
