It sounds as if you know how lucky you are to have found what you're looking for which means that she most likely does too.
My guy ain't perfect and neither am I but he knows I won't let him down, I'll never make him look bad and I don't mess around.
Of course, both the filly and the stallion have to know that the whole is only as solid as both halves and I'm pretty sure mine knows.
Thanks.
Yeah, we are a good match and were both careful in understanding values and attitudes. Marriage is a lot of work, and everyone has to be willing to put effort into making things work.
Glad to hear you have a good relationship.
Planning to marry?
No plans at present, but I have a funny story bout the only time I remember the subject of marriage coming up...I thought it was funny anyway.
We live together and one gloomy fall day we got in a fight over the
his and her car space agreement in our
two car garage.
He chooses to keep his 2 motor cycles in his side and parks his car out in the driveway, but on this particular occasion
his car was trespassing in
my garage.
He was in his side of the garage with the door up pittleing with one of his bikes when I pull up that day and I hit the visor switch to raise my door and found his car where it shouldn't be.
Of course it would be pouring down the rain like crazy that day and instead of moving his car,
like he should have, he just gives me a quick glance from his cozy dry garage and keeps on pittleing.
It didn't look like the monsoon was going to let up anytime soon so I jumped out of my car and made a break for the garage and got my ass soaked in the process.
My clothes were soaked, my hair was soaked, my makeup was running down my face, I lost a shoe and I was freezing and instead of an apology the jerk laughs at me and keeps on pittleing.
So I kick it up to bitch mode and the asshole reacts by smiling at me as if he doesn't get what all the fuss is about and has the balls to say,
"you look like a drowned rat baby"!
That fucking did it, my rage red-lined...My key ring which I was still holding, has 9 keys and all the usual heavy metal attachments that make it a dangerous weapon, so I flung it full throttle.
He jerked his head to the side to keep from being hit in the face and the keys whizzed past him and over top the gas tank of his 100 year anniversary model heritage softail.
He gives me his best tuff-guy look and says,
"you're lucky that didn't hit my bike you crazy bitch" so
I say
"If you're so worried about your fuckin bike why didn't you stop the keys with your face dumbass".
His tuff-guy face slowly faded to a boyish grin and he says,
"I wish we were married so I could divorce your crazy ass" and I said
"not half as much as I do".
And that's the story of the only time me and my guy ever discussed matrimony...LoL!...Hope I didn't bore you.