A year older and none-the-wiser,
this article from
The Atlantic convinced me to settle for anyone. I will take marriage proposals in the comments. From the article:
Marriage isn’t a passion-fest; it’s more like a partnership formed to run a very small, mundane, and often boring nonprofit business.
And this truism, I guess:
Men settle far less often and, when they do, they don’t seem the least bit bothered by the fact that they’re settling.
My friend Alan, for instance, justified his choice of a “bland” wife who’s a good mom but with whom he shares little connection this way: “I think one-stop shopping is overrated. I get passion at my office with my work, or with my friends that I sometimes call or chat with—it’s not the same, and, boy, it would be exciting to have it with my spouse. But I spend more time with people at my office than I do with my spouse.”
kkkkkkaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrlllllllllll-marry me, but first come to my valentine's day party.
ReplyDeletekkkkkkaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrlllllllllll-marry me, but first come to my valentine's day party.
ReplyDeleteKarl, this was really depressing, probably because it rang a little too true to life. haha. (that was one of insincere laughs attempting to lighten up a subject)
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