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April 7, 2007
Overheard on the bus.... "I gave her everything," he complained. "I spent a month's allowance on a giant autographed poster of Blue, a Me to You bear and a pair of tix to MUSE's concert. I've been waiting for her so long, but all she did was thank me and then in the next breath, invite some other guy to watch the concert with her!"
He took a deep breath, then sighed resignedly. "I don't know what else she wants. Haven't I made my feelings clear? There's just no pleasing females-" he shot an apologetic glance at the lady standing within earshot, and went on - "Nice guys always finish last." He muttered petulantly.
I nodded sympathetically as I considered the truth of his last sentence. I understood all too well the problem, or at least, well enough for a 30 yr old.
Let's lay the cards on the table. Nice guys do finish last. A number of guys I know have, at one time or another, sworn to become a monk because of a string of consecutive rejections which, of course, was too big a blow for their fragile egos.
The burning question in their minds, as they stare with huge, sad eyes and their lower lip trembling in hurt, is why?
The first, and often very accurate fact is that it is not the guy's niceness in itself that is unattractive to girls. It's the limit of niceness. Far too many guys are under the misconception that the nicer they are to a girl, the more the girl will like them. This is true, of course, but to a certain extent. The nice guy usually ends up eagerly offering favours to the girl, putting off his own needs to ensure that the girl is happy. This includes squandering a mind-blowing amount of cash to swamp the girl with material things(ED: this sure reminds us of our best fren), offering to complete her 6-month project, skipping his dinner to fix her choked toiletbowl so that she can go out on her hot date, etc. Her wish is the guy's mission in life, and he will never learn to say no to her. The girl, of course, will be appreciative, but more often than not she doesn't automatically fall at the guy's feet in undisguised adoration (which, of course, is exactly what the guy is hoping for).
There can only be 3 outcomes, really.
1) The girl notices that the nice guy is very sweet and starts noticing him. She shyly offers herself to him and they get married in a meadow with scattered flower petals everywhere and little birds and rabbits scampering about. They eventually have two perfect blond-haired, blue-eyed children, and they will adopt Bambi as a pet.
2) The girl notices that the nice guy is very sweet and labels him as 'reliable friend'. She will now not risk anything to lose this gem as someone who will go out his way to help her.
3) The girl notices that the nice guy is very sweet and starts to suspect that he likes her. When her suspicions are confirmed, she tries to let the nice guy down politely because she doesn't want to hurt such a nice guy. She makes up all sorts of excuses, including having a boyfriend, having not gotten over an ex-boyfriend, having feelings for someone else, needing to concentrate on her studies/career, being a lesbian, etc.
The second and third outcome are the most likely. In case of the second outcome, the guy will forever be wasting more and more of his effort in trying to impress the girl. Needless to say, all that he'd get in return would be frustration, anger, heartbreak and depression, all of which will boil down to heavy self-inflicted suffering; all because he'd been expecting the first outcome from the start. The guy unfairly expects unrealistic reactions from the girl and in doing so, sets himself up for a healthy dose of disappointment. He either ends up resenting and blaming the girl, watching soap operas and bawling his eyes out, deciding to 'target' another girl and being promptly rejected again, committing suicide, or all of the above.
In case of the third outcome, the nice guy decides to wait. Always a disastrous decision. The guileless guy thinks that the girl will admire his patience and thus fall madly in love with him. (Madly being the operative word.) The girl, however, may have a range of reactions; from simply igoring the guy, to being so irritated that she finally bashes the guy's head in with his bouquet of 5121314 spring flowers, all the while howling in violent fury.
In case of the first outcome, the guy wakes up with a start and realizes sadly that he is still single and hasn't gotten laid in 87 months. He pops on his newest Marie Ozawa video and resigns himself to a fate of unrealistic dreams.
..and if you are a nice guy and after reading this (the first outcome), still cling stubbornly onto your illusions (of the first outcome actually being reality), please; do the world a favour, go jump onto the MRT tracks.
The second fact is that nice guys are usually the most suffocating. He will always be around, lingering close, and never too far away so that he can do the girl's every single bidding. The girl will be under an impression that the guy is a sad loser and does not have a life of his own. Often the nice guy refrains from dating because he thinks that if the girl sees him with another girl, she will assume that he is attached and drop any feelings (if any) for him. This is probably true for some girls, but what he doesn't know is that the more dates he has, the more the girl will wonder why he is so attractive - and want to find out for herself. And besides, a man in control of his own life is always attractive.
The third fact is that the nice guy often makes the mistake of sitting back. He thinks that by gaining the girl's trust, he will be bonded to her. Which is true, only that the bond will only be of friendship, because by the time the girl realizes the guy's feelings for her, she's already happily attached. The guy then decides to wait, which leads to outcome #3 (see above).
..all strictly my point of view, of course, and I realise that there are people out there who beg to differ. But for every classic nice guy you show me who's happily attached to a great girl, I'll show you another 3 classic nice guys watching the soaps and composing sappy poems of unrequited love.
Just my 2cents worth on the nice guy finishin last theory....
He took a deep breath, then sighed resignedly. "I don't know what else she wants. Haven't I made my feelings clear? There's just no pleasing females-" he shot an apologetic glance at the lady standing within earshot, and went on - "Nice guys always finish last." He muttered petulantly.
I nodded sympathetically as I considered the truth of his last sentence. I understood all too well the problem, or at least, well enough for a 30 yr old.
Let's lay the cards on the table. Nice guys do finish last. A number of guys I know have, at one time or another, sworn to become a monk because of a string of consecutive rejections which, of course, was too big a blow for their fragile egos.
The burning question in their minds, as they stare with huge, sad eyes and their lower lip trembling in hurt, is why?
The first, and often very accurate fact is that it is not the guy's niceness in itself that is unattractive to girls. It's the limit of niceness. Far too many guys are under the misconception that the nicer they are to a girl, the more the girl will like them. This is true, of course, but to a certain extent. The nice guy usually ends up eagerly offering favours to the girl, putting off his own needs to ensure that the girl is happy. This includes squandering a mind-blowing amount of cash to swamp the girl with material things(ED: this sure reminds us of our best fren), offering to complete her 6-month project, skipping his dinner to fix her choked toiletbowl so that she can go out on her hot date, etc. Her wish is the guy's mission in life, and he will never learn to say no to her. The girl, of course, will be appreciative, but more often than not she doesn't automatically fall at the guy's feet in undisguised adoration (which, of course, is exactly what the guy is hoping for).
There can only be 3 outcomes, really.
1) The girl notices that the nice guy is very sweet and starts noticing him. She shyly offers herself to him and they get married in a meadow with scattered flower petals everywhere and little birds and rabbits scampering about. They eventually have two perfect blond-haired, blue-eyed children, and they will adopt Bambi as a pet.
2) The girl notices that the nice guy is very sweet and labels him as 'reliable friend'. She will now not risk anything to lose this gem as someone who will go out his way to help her.
3) The girl notices that the nice guy is very sweet and starts to suspect that he likes her. When her suspicions are confirmed, she tries to let the nice guy down politely because she doesn't want to hurt such a nice guy. She makes up all sorts of excuses, including having a boyfriend, having not gotten over an ex-boyfriend, having feelings for someone else, needing to concentrate on her studies/career, being a lesbian, etc.
The second and third outcome are the most likely. In case of the second outcome, the guy will forever be wasting more and more of his effort in trying to impress the girl. Needless to say, all that he'd get in return would be frustration, anger, heartbreak and depression, all of which will boil down to heavy self-inflicted suffering; all because he'd been expecting the first outcome from the start. The guy unfairly expects unrealistic reactions from the girl and in doing so, sets himself up for a healthy dose of disappointment. He either ends up resenting and blaming the girl, watching soap operas and bawling his eyes out, deciding to 'target' another girl and being promptly rejected again, committing suicide, or all of the above.
In case of the third outcome, the nice guy decides to wait. Always a disastrous decision. The guileless guy thinks that the girl will admire his patience and thus fall madly in love with him. (Madly being the operative word.) The girl, however, may have a range of reactions; from simply igoring the guy, to being so irritated that she finally bashes the guy's head in with his bouquet of 5121314 spring flowers, all the while howling in violent fury.
In case of the first outcome, the guy wakes up with a start and realizes sadly that he is still single and hasn't gotten laid in 87 months. He pops on his newest Marie Ozawa video and resigns himself to a fate of unrealistic dreams.
..and if you are a nice guy and after reading this (the first outcome), still cling stubbornly onto your illusions (of the first outcome actually being reality), please; do the world a favour, go jump onto the MRT tracks.
The second fact is that nice guys are usually the most suffocating. He will always be around, lingering close, and never too far away so that he can do the girl's every single bidding. The girl will be under an impression that the guy is a sad loser and does not have a life of his own. Often the nice guy refrains from dating because he thinks that if the girl sees him with another girl, she will assume that he is attached and drop any feelings (if any) for him. This is probably true for some girls, but what he doesn't know is that the more dates he has, the more the girl will wonder why he is so attractive - and want to find out for herself. And besides, a man in control of his own life is always attractive.
The third fact is that the nice guy often makes the mistake of sitting back. He thinks that by gaining the girl's trust, he will be bonded to her. Which is true, only that the bond will only be of friendship, because by the time the girl realizes the guy's feelings for her, she's already happily attached. The guy then decides to wait, which leads to outcome #3 (see above).
..all strictly my point of view, of course, and I realise that there are people out there who beg to differ. But for every classic nice guy you show me who's happily attached to a great girl, I'll show you another 3 classic nice guys watching the soaps and composing sappy poems of unrequited love.
Just my 2cents worth on the nice guy finishin last theory....
April 4, 2007
Very funny
Alanis Morisette does ‘My Humps’ - a mudder of all mudder disaster but freakingly evil and hilarious.
Below is a story i got off germaine's blog.. very touching.. Think it is one of those internet stories.. but i believe in the human parts of it... The trying to save a failing marriage & The trap of falling away form your loved ones.. this can be liken to all of us.. in our daily mundane lives.. Read on and be touched..
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On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom.
This was the scene ten years ago. The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid; I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affection between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school.
Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.
Dew came into my life.
It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her. Dew said, you are the kind of man who best draws girls' eyeballs. Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we were just married, my wife said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls.
Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife. But I couldn't help doing so. I moved Dew's hands aside and said you go to select some furniture, O.K.? I've got something to do in the company. Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised to doit together with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me.
However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt. Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew's body. This was the means of my entertainment. One day I said to her in a slightly joking way, suppose we divorce, what will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was somethingtoo far away from her. I couldn't imagine how she would react once she got to know I wa serious.
When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking to her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes.Once again, Dew said to me, He Ning, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more.
When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. I've got something to tell you, I said. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the serious topic calmly. She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I'm serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man!
That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew.With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said.Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer.
Late that night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fall asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again.She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month's time before divorce, and in the month's time we must live as normal a life as possible.
Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn't want him to see our marriage was broken.She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, He Ning, do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day? This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, I remember. You carried me in your arms, she continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning.I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage romantically.
I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable.
My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, Let us start from today, don't tell our son. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for a bus, I drove to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face.On the third day, she whispered to me, the outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there. On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became vague.On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger. I didn't tell Dew about this.
I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, It seems not difficult to carry you now. She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses havegrown bigger. I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head.
Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it's time to carry mum out. He said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sittingroom, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her bodytightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.
On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. She said, actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old.I held her tightly and said, both you and I didn't notice that our life lacked intimacy.
I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door. I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I won'tdivorce. I'm serious.She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. You got no fever. She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I can only say sorry to you, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of life, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you.
Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove to the office.
When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card.
I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until we are old.
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**Cues the song, "I wanna grow old with you" for The Wedding singer...
Issit is true that we should hold to our marriage vows.. till the day we part.. its like telling our parents how much we love them and yet many times we just throw them to the back of our minds...
Love is indeed a funny thing
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On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom.
This was the scene ten years ago. The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid; I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affection between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school.
Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.
Dew came into my life.
It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her. Dew said, you are the kind of man who best draws girls' eyeballs. Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we were just married, my wife said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls.
Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife. But I couldn't help doing so. I moved Dew's hands aside and said you go to select some furniture, O.K.? I've got something to do in the company. Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised to doit together with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me.
However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt. Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew's body. This was the means of my entertainment. One day I said to her in a slightly joking way, suppose we divorce, what will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was somethingtoo far away from her. I couldn't imagine how she would react once she got to know I wa serious.
When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking to her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes.Once again, Dew said to me, He Ning, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more.
When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. I've got something to tell you, I said. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the serious topic calmly. She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I'm serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man!
That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew.With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said.Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer.
Late that night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fall asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again.She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month's time before divorce, and in the month's time we must live as normal a life as possible.
Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn't want him to see our marriage was broken.She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, He Ning, do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day? This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, I remember. You carried me in your arms, she continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning.I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage romantically.
I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable.
My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, Let us start from today, don't tell our son. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for a bus, I drove to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face.On the third day, she whispered to me, the outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there. On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became vague.On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger. I didn't tell Dew about this.
I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, It seems not difficult to carry you now. She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses havegrown bigger. I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head.
Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it's time to carry mum out. He said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sittingroom, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her bodytightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.
On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. She said, actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old.I held her tightly and said, both you and I didn't notice that our life lacked intimacy.
I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door. I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I won'tdivorce. I'm serious.She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. You got no fever. She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I can only say sorry to you, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of life, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you.
Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove to the office.
When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card.
I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until we are old.
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**Cues the song, "I wanna grow old with you" for The Wedding singer...
Issit is true that we should hold to our marriage vows.. till the day we part.. its like telling our parents how much we love them and yet many times we just throw them to the back of our minds...
Love is indeed a funny thing
April 2, 2007
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