Ahhhh, 20 years ago and 40 pounds ago I married the man of my dreams. Actually I never dreamed they came as great as this man did.
I married a Sgt in the Marine Corps, who was soon to be promoted to SSgt. He was 36 and never been married, I just turned 24 and didn't have the sense God gave a gnat. Plus 2 little girls, he loved as his own.
Ohh, let the poor delusional women talk of their romantic proposals...poor things. They don't know romantic. Forget proposals on live TV or the big screen at the football game. Fancy dinners with large diamond rings. I poo poo the very thought!
Who among us, neigh...in all the world, can say they were proposed to in the Walk In Beer Cooler at the E-Club in 29 Palms, Ca??? And right before he had to get up and call bingo for all the little old ladies on a Tuesday night. Huummm, does it get any better than that? Do you know how cold a walk in beer cooler is, while on one knee?
You may ask why a Marine was working in the enlisted club. Well, this man I trapped, umm, I mean fell head over hills in love with, worked a second job as an "A-Duty" (asst, duty manager) because he was bored and had nothing better to do. And I worked there because it was FUN! Where else is the ratio of single men 1000 to every 1 female? Talk about having your pick! So I went for the very best one.
We were married in the Joshua Tree National Monument at sunset on a very hot desert evening.
I love this man. I can only hope for 40 more years.