I’m starting to get to that age where I can’t jokingly promise marriage. Be messing around and ask her to marry me, next thing you know, she’s sewn a wedding gown in her head. Even going as far as picking our wedding colors and kids’ names.
Talking about ‘Gottfried honey, I think you’ll look good in a purple suit’. Yeah, you’re right, only if I was being cast as the new Joker. Then it hit me, the boy is now a man and interestingly, I might need to crack the code on how to warm my way into the heart of God’s most complex creation, woman.
So I asked a friend. Who knows, maybe she had the answer(s)? After all, she’s one of them.
She had quite a bit to say. Started off mundane
And on she went. It was starting to get ridiculous
She still wasn’t finished
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The Pilot 