I've just finished reading Lara7's entire series about her life. I laughed, I cried, I grabbed my balls and spit....
The bittersweet note it ended on led me to one simple conclusion:
Lara7 should marry me.
Here's why:
10: I already live in Ohio, and since we both know that we're going to spend the rest of our lives in Ohio, we won't have to move to maintain our relationship. We can just sit in Ohio and be resigned to that.
09: Not only am I also alone and unloved, but I don't even have any cats. My roomie has two, though, and they could hang out. Do cat stuff. It'd rock.
08: We've actually met. No embarrassing mail-order-bride/groom type meetings where you discover your spouse-to-be's superfluous limb on the way to the chapel.
07: She digs older guys. I'm 45. I also was a "bright kid" who was better read than most of my college educated elders by the time I was 12, and have done fuck all with my abilities. We could share our regrets.
06: We're both attractive people. I mean, for 45, I'm hanging pretty tough, you know? (Stop laughing.) If we decide to reproduce, NO UGLY KIDS.
05: I've got a new Dolby 5.1 DTS Home Theatre rig, baby. And a pIII with 1.5 GB RAM. *wink**wink*
04: I recently painted my piece-of-shit '87 Cavalier with black spots over white so that it looks like a cow. Or at least a Gateway box. We both have art cars.
03: I am also a musician. Why buck a trend?
02: She's already slept in my bed, and I actually blew her. Plus, I think I actually remember that I liked her.
01: I'm employed. No more Ramen noodles.
There you have it.
I'll be at the local when you come to your senses, honey.
Love,
bunner
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I wanted my half in the middle and I wound up on the edge.