There are only so many "I love you", "You're so beautiful", comments a woman can take...before she breaks...(I mean before he get's a clue.) so...
We got married in an open cockpit bi-plane flying over the Pacific Ocean.
I mean...
We went to the County Records department.
The Records Clerk filled in the preliminary documents.
"You've got 30 days to get married," she said. Sign here and return. When I record it, you're married.
"Oh good," I said. "I need a little extra time."
"Honey," said the Records Clerk leaning over the counter with eyes fixated on mine as if to communicate I was psychotic... "You've waited 51 years. Do you REALLY need another 30 days?"
"You're right." I said.
I signed the damn thing.
And just like that, I was married.
Peer pressure is a bitch.
