The Proposal

Always. Is a long time. When you feel that way, you're supposed to get married.

I remembered this story about the girl in the car, bursting into tears, and then telling the married man (my former friend) that she wanted to get married, and how he regretted it for the rest of his life because he told her NO. She couldn't take it anymore.

I sent some long TXT-message last night to a disconnected number of MOrpheus's and in it was the "Marry me..." and the only unusual thing was the letter "b" interjected. Not a "y" or a "No" just a "b" like-what? We know you know that we know. Later. Come back later. Maybe the B really wants to marry you.

I don't know the B. Fuck.

B knows.

NO. The B doesn't know.

It's a big question. Shouldn't someone know?

No.

[by the way, in hacker talk. "No" is YES.]

I can picture being parked on the side of the road. You don't want to do it in the house. Okay? Not in the house. Because that's their house. It has to be in the truck . That's my turck .And he's like NO. YOu're like YES .And he's like NO. Then you cry. And say, I'm going to find HOward then. And then you run awya. And cry a lot.

And eat more dark chocolates once you walk 10 miles back home.

NO. He drives and picks your dumbass up.

YOu fight more in the truck. You're pissed off. Because you just want to be with him forever.