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I'd been living with my wife for eight years and one night "mom" says, "I guess you guys are never gonna get married．I mean, you've been through jail together, you're living together, but．．．oh, forget it．" "Oh, well," I said, "put it like that and I'll marry your daughter tomorrow．" Actually, I don't know what we were waiting for, except that for a guy it's never, the right time to get married．I'm also suspicious of any two people who don't struggle with that decision Part of my problem was that I was still lusting in my heart after other ladies．But somehow I knew that I wasn't going to find another woman remotely as great as my soon-to-be wife．It's a good thing my mother-in-law finally spoke up． I finally gathered my courage one day when we were having a picnic, and popped the question．I also gave my wife a big tourist pamphlet about Switzerland．I wasn't taking any chances． She said no． It killed me． I felt sick to my stomach． I lost my appetite． Our dog just stared at me, thinking, "If you're not going to eat your lunch, I will．" Finally, I said, "But the Switzerland trip is yours if you say yes．" "Switzerland," she said, "is filled with precise, humorless people．" "Maybe I should have suggested Paris?" For a minute it seemed as if my change in travel plans would rate a solid "maybe"． But she said no again． When we woke up the next morning, she told me that she'd slept on my proposal． "I guess I was a little rude to you last night," she explained． Meanwhile, I'm figuring I'm off the hook for this marriage thing for at least another eight years． I could afford to be generous． "I asked, you said no． It's okay," I said． I might have looked a little too relieved be-cause later that day she gave me a little box． Inside was a gold watch． On the back was in-scribed． "Yes I've reconsidered．" I liked the watch, so I did the right thing． |