Prehistoric Misanthrope Tamed by Love

Everyone who's known me for five minutes knows that I'm a marriage-minded guy. After all, I was raised in a loosely Catholic household, therefore it only follows the idea of being a hubby to a loving wife is the most appealing thing in the world. But the question remains: Is he husband material? Well, one gal in Vero Beach, Florida thinks so and she's agreed to marry me.

We've been sitting on top of this for some time and I know what some of you are going to say. It's too early. You're rebounding. You must be crazy for marrying someone you've never met. All good points and duly noted.

But I don't look upon this as being a rebound relationship because I've proven to be more emotionally disentangled than I'd hitherto believed I'd be. And, since the monastic, celibate life was never for me, it just makes sense to recruit from within the ranks, so to speak.

Therefore, I take great joy and pride and announcing that my girlfriend Barbara Peters and I are getting married. She's one of my longtime readers and I was hardly even aware of her until early this past spring when life was so chaotic and thick for me. When things began settling down, we'd begun corresponding every way we could and very quickly fell very deeply in love. I guess she had a head start because she's been an admirer of mine for years.

Barb's unforgivably liberal, is frequently tempted to visit violence on stupid, willfully ignorant right wingers (but I'm being needlessly tautological here) and fully intends on defending her man to the death if need be. She could easily wind up as a contributor here at Pottersville Central, even though she hardly leaves comments.

Long story short, it was virtually love at first byte and at some indeterminate time in the future, Barb will be moving up to live with me (for the first few days after she gets here, posting will be nonexistent to no fucking way, hee hee hee). We're probably looking at an August/September wedding at the earliest. So if anyone will be in the central Mass area around that time, my baby and I would sure love to have you.

So, bottom line, this old dinosaur's pussy-whipped for good, so my future wife's carnal affections ought to take the edge off my characteristically nasty screeds...

...NOT.