"And with that, Marylyn, will you marry me?"
"Get bent, Todd. I've only known you for four months!"
"But.." stammered Todd, "You're the one! The one!"
"Uh huh." She quizzically raised a brow, "Do I look like J-lo to you? Does every meaningless relationship have to end up in marriage?"
"Meaningless!? What we have isn't meaningless. We have a deep bond. A connection so strong that God himself can't break us apart!" Todd sank to his knees and took her hand, "Can you deny it, Marylyn?"
"Just because I agreed to have coffee with you that one time."
"If thou givest thy heart to a woman she will kill thee." Todd muttered and stood up.
This situation seemed to be a regular occurrence in Todd's futile love life. Never had a woman agreed to be his wife, and he was beginning to seriously question his manhood. Sitting in the swankiest restaurant in town and being denied entry into gorgeous Marylyn's life wasn't helping either.
"What did you say?" she demanded.
"Nothing. Just give me 3 minutes to..."
"Okay, 2 ...1?"
"Fine. You have 60 seconds to prove that you deserve to marry me." She then laughed, one of those deep-throated numbers that made Todd break out in sweat.
"From the time you ordered that extra large vanilla latte with the whip cream and the chocolate sprinkles, you have spun a web around my heart so.." cigarettes
"Do I look like a Starbucks employee to you? I couldn't care less as to what I ordered. You have now used up 19 seconds. Make it fast Todd, I don't enjoy being bored." She nonchalantly crossed her legs, and his desperation grew 10 fold. Sentiments
"Okay, fast...fast..." he racked his brain and then finally came up with the words that...