She is a gold digger.
I came to that conclusion as I was lying on Flisha’s bed one cold, wet, rainy afternoon; my head on her tummy. We were cuddling up as usual, enjoying each other’s company and the feel of each other’s skin. The following conversation ensued:
Me (feeling all cheezy and sentimental): Love, I wanna marry you.
Fli (raising an eyebrow): You do?
Me (suddenly feeling all giddy): Yes! I do! I wanna have kids with you, raise a family with you… I can’t wait!
Fli: But Love, it’s too early. You’re still going to med school.
Me (morosely): I know. (and then enthusiastically) But I bet it would be loads of fun!
Fli: That’s why you have to hurry up and be a doctor already.
Me (all smiles): I could teach. You know I love to teach. Then we can get married in a year or two.
Fli (matter-of-factly): I’m not marrying you if you’re not a doctor.
Me: Huh? Excuse me?
Fli: I want a nice, picturesque chateau in France, you know. And of course a chaffeur-driven Mercedes-Benz . What soon-to-be bride wouldn’t want want one? And I want a six-month Carribean cruise for the initial honeymoon.
Me (incredulously): Initial honeymoon?
Fli: Yes, initial. For the real honeymoon, I want a trip around the world: New York, London, Paris, Berlin, Copenhagen…
What did I do, you say? What could I do? Nothing! I love her, for crying out loud! And I’d give her all these, if I could.
Needless to say, I ended up seriously contemplating my future.
I’m still gonna marry her.