A fairy tale

Once upon a time, a guy asked a girl, “Will you marry me?”

The girl said, “No!”

And the girl lived happily ever after and went shopping, dancing, camping, drank martinis, always had a clean house, never had to cook, had sex with whomever she pleased… did whatever the hell she wanted, never argued, travelled more, had many boyfriends, saved more money, had all the hot water to herself, watched chick flicks, never wore that fracking lacy lingerie that went up her ass, had high self esteem, never cried or yelled, felt and looked fabulous in sweat pants, and burped, swore and farted all the time.

The End.

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6 comments on “A fairy tale

  1. Oh, if only it was that simple

  2. Good Gravey says:

    Hmmmm …. you just described my wife. Not sure about the boyfriends, but if that’s what makes her happy…. 🙂

  3. And then again, did she have someone to go to funerals with her who could produce a large handkerchief on demand, change the oil in the lawn mower, change high light bulbs, remember when the car needed work, listen to her when she came home from work bitch about or celebrate the day while he made tea, be available while she tried on every shoe in a shop for honest comment and most importantly deal with mice

    That’s the best I can up with as positives for marriage and yes I know she could get most of those done if she had a good friend (only one would need the slight promise of sexual favours 🙂 )

    • Deborah says:

      Indeed! I do rather enjoy the married state myself, especially because as I pointed out to Mr Bee some years after we got married, that there was in fact an unspoken vow, the one where he promised to protect me from moths, wetas and spiders. 🙂

    • Moz says:

      I’m pretty sure that she would have friends and possibly even housemates. Being unmarried also doesn’t mean unpartnered, and the sort of man that will dump someone just because she won’t marry him may well be best rid of.

      As one of my coworkers says, why marry someone you don’t actually like, want to live with and enjoy being around? Doesn’t defeat the point? Albeit “did whatever the hell she wanted” is one of those classic “limit one per universe” idiocies that distinguish fairy tales from reality.

      (sorry, thinking too much about a shallow joke)

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