was wasting my time and I needed to get a job with my dad and settle down. When I became successful, she was shocked.’
‘I’m sorry, baby. It just ain’t in me.’ I started out the door. He came up behind me and put his arms around me. I said, ‘Don’t.’
He turned me around and brushed his lips against mine.
‘Don’t. Bruce!’
He started to kiss me.
I pulled back. ‘Don’t do that either.’
He slipped my jacket off.
‘Come on! I gotta go!’
‘I’m not going to let you.’
‘Why not?’
‘Because I love you. And you love me and nothing else matters.’
I stared into his eyes and said, ‘Don’t lie to me, Bruce. Please don’t do that to me.’
‘I’d never lie to you, Sandy. Never.’
And I knew he wouldn’t.
“Will you marry me?’
He just said it, so matter of factly. Will you marry me? Like he was saying, ‘Will you get me a cookie?’
‘I already said yes once.’
He nodded. ‘I know. How about tomorrow?’
‘Tomorrow?’
He grinned and said, ‘Yeah. We could fly to Vegas or even Hawaii and do it.’
I pulled back and stared him dead in the eye. ‘You mean it?’
He nodded.
Ummm… Vegas or Hawaii. Vegas. Hawaii. Hawaii!
“Hawaii!’ I squealed. ‘Take me to Hawaii and make me an honest woman!’
And we did it the very next day. We flew to Hawaii and got married. His mom almost died. My mother was never happier.
But I knew if we hadn’t done it so quickly, I would have found some excuse to break up with him because of my insecurities. Maybe he sensed that. Maybe he just didn’t want to wait. Maybe he was tired of sleeping over at my apartment and wanted to consolidate. Who knows?
I never regretted it.”
Well, that was good to hear.
Hawaii
“I’m back!
Hawaii was great. We spent about a week there. We almost got caught having sex on the beach, which, by the way, is also a really good drink I discovered there. We got tight on it. We also got loose and had sex everywhere. And all the time.
Adjusting to married life wasn’t so hard. Married life. Another set of words that makes you cringe when you say them. Married life. You are now married and thusly, done. No, you’re in purgatory. You’ll never get out! Run for the hills!
If that were only true. I never felt so alive. When I would wake up and see him sleeping beside me, I’d have to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. Corny, I know, but that’s exactly how I felt. How could this great guy want me? Me? It just didn’t make sense. I always thought I’d end up with some bum. They always say girls pick guys like their fathers. Bruce was on the other end of the spectrum from my father. They were nothing alike.
Of course, there were things he did that annoyed the hell out of me. I’m sure I annoyed the hell out of him, too.
The first time I realized I was, in fact, married was one morning I had just gotten out of the shower and was combing my hair. Bruce came in, kissed me on the neck, went to the commode and took a piss. Just like that.
I was, to say the least, aghast. ‘What the hell do you think you’re doing?!’
He just stared at me, half-mortified and half-amused. That’s married life in a nutshell. You stop caring about doing stuff like that around each other. He, obviously, stopped caring first.
We also took naked Polaroid’s of each other. That was fun.”
I thought about that. Where were those things?
“I was going to show my girlfriends the pictures of Bruce one day but when I went to get them, they were gone. Mine were still there, though. When I asked him about it, he said, ‘I dunno.’
I know he threw them out.”
She was going to show naked pictures of me to her friends? What the hell?! And, yes, I did get rid of them.
“I just wanted to share his beauty. And none of them believed me when I told them how big his dick was. I had proof and he had destroyed it. That got on my nerves so bad.”
Anyway, we had a lot of fun at first.
‘I’m sorry, baby. It just ain’t in me.’ I started out the door. He came up behind me and put his arms around me. I said, ‘Don’t.’
He turned me around and brushed his lips against mine.
‘Don’t. Bruce!’
He started to kiss me.
I pulled back. ‘Don’t do that either.’
He slipped my jacket off.
‘Come on! I gotta go!’
‘I’m not going to let you.’
‘Why not?’
‘Because I love you. And you love me and nothing else matters.’
I stared into his eyes and said, ‘Don’t lie to me, Bruce. Please don’t do that to me.’
‘I’d never lie to you, Sandy. Never.’
And I knew he wouldn’t.
“Will you marry me?’
He just said it, so matter of factly. Will you marry me? Like he was saying, ‘Will you get me a cookie?’
‘I already said yes once.’
He nodded. ‘I know. How about tomorrow?’
‘Tomorrow?’
He grinned and said, ‘Yeah. We could fly to Vegas or even Hawaii and do it.’
I pulled back and stared him dead in the eye. ‘You mean it?’
He nodded.
Ummm… Vegas or Hawaii. Vegas. Hawaii. Hawaii!
“Hawaii!’ I squealed. ‘Take me to Hawaii and make me an honest woman!’
And we did it the very next day. We flew to Hawaii and got married. His mom almost died. My mother was never happier.
But I knew if we hadn’t done it so quickly, I would have found some excuse to break up with him because of my insecurities. Maybe he sensed that. Maybe he just didn’t want to wait. Maybe he was tired of sleeping over at my apartment and wanted to consolidate. Who knows?
I never regretted it.”
Well, that was good to hear.
Hawaii
“I’m back!
Hawaii was great. We spent about a week there. We almost got caught having sex on the beach, which, by the way, is also a really good drink I discovered there. We got tight on it. We also got loose and had sex everywhere. And all the time.
Adjusting to married life wasn’t so hard. Married life. Another set of words that makes you cringe when you say them. Married life. You are now married and thusly, done. No, you’re in purgatory. You’ll never get out! Run for the hills!
If that were only true. I never felt so alive. When I would wake up and see him sleeping beside me, I’d have to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. Corny, I know, but that’s exactly how I felt. How could this great guy want me? Me? It just didn’t make sense. I always thought I’d end up with some bum. They always say girls pick guys like their fathers. Bruce was on the other end of the spectrum from my father. They were nothing alike.
Of course, there were things he did that annoyed the hell out of me. I’m sure I annoyed the hell out of him, too.
The first time I realized I was, in fact, married was one morning I had just gotten out of the shower and was combing my hair. Bruce came in, kissed me on the neck, went to the commode and took a piss. Just like that.
I was, to say the least, aghast. ‘What the hell do you think you’re doing?!’
He just stared at me, half-mortified and half-amused. That’s married life in a nutshell. You stop caring about doing stuff like that around each other. He, obviously, stopped caring first.
We also took naked Polaroid’s of each other. That was fun.”
I thought about that. Where were those things?
“I was going to show my girlfriends the pictures of Bruce one day but when I went to get them, they were gone. Mine were still there, though. When I asked him about it, he said, ‘I dunno.’
I know he threw them out.”
She was going to show naked pictures of me to her friends? What the hell?! And, yes, I did get rid of them.
“I just wanted to share his beauty. And none of them believed me when I told them how big his dick was. I had proof and he had destroyed it. That got on my nerves so bad.”
Anyway, we had a lot of fun at first.
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