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"do you feel lucky?" she asked, as she removed her shirt. truth was, i wasn't - till now. the date had been going very poorly. she was quiet, i struggled to make conversation. i could feel a burning in my face, the red hot burn of a blush that wouldn't stop. but then everything changed when we got home, and she asked me this question.
"it's obvious," he said, and he wouldn't say any more. if it was so obvious, he wouldn't have had to say it. plus i didn't know what he was talking about.
"just think about it," he said, and didn't say anything more. i didn't want to play this game any more. so i declared myself an independent commission and kicked him in the shins.
standing at the altar, i was unable to speak. the vows i prepared couldn't be read...i wasn't able, and it's just as well. had i read something personal, it would have seemed like so much more bullshit now that we're apart. the factory farmed vows the JOTP gave us were meaningless, just like the ensuing 10 years.