Club Med?! I don’t wanna spend my honeymoon laying out by the pool, trying to fend off some bloated midwestern guy named “Bob” trying to sell me life insurance.
Consider Venice or Rome and we can talk. I’ll spring for the airfare, you pick up the hotel and the car rental.
tiggril, I would be honered to marry you. I will have you know that under my qualifications on the application I will state that I am a VERY attentive husband! If we are relaxing in the evening and you want something to drink, I will get it for you. Want some popcorn for the movie? I will get it for you. I will have you know (all this if for real anyway… Im just waiting for the woman that appreciates it) that when you come home from work, you will have dinner waiting… or if I leave for work after you, you will have breakfeast waiting when you wake. I am an excellent cook and LOOVVE to make wonderful breakfests on a saturday/sunday morning after hours of love making. The only thing I ask from you is that you acknowledge my efforts and are appreciative. I will give beyond everything if I see that it is appreciated. …is that soooo bad?
I will admit my downfall is house cleaning… but I do vaccuum weekly and clean the kitchen when it needs it and bathrooms I do when I HAVE too… and yard work of course.
tiggeril, marry me!
As your virtual husband I will spend all of virtual life devoting myself to satisfying your needs, physical and emotional. (I’m not the best, but I try the hardest)
I’ll always be faithful and will never take you for granted. Every virtual dollar I have make will be spent on you. (and I’m loaded)
brachy strides in on her 4-inch heels and gives Zenster a cyber kick in the ass. She loosens a few random strings on his piano, replaces his kona coffee with year-old Folgers, and lets the air out of three of his Volvo tires.
On the way out, she raps him on his head, producing that classic “knocking-coconuts” sound and steals his post reply button.