What it looked like when...

...one of my (ex) girlfriends asked to register for a flat. I.e. get married.


Meddlesome do-gooders, take note:  the last time a friend ambushed me with a blind date, I spent all evening picking on her grammar. Spare your friend the trauma; spare me the annoyance; and save yourself a beating — that's guaranteed to be administered post-haste.





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A blurb about the lifestyle typical of my idols.


         Marriage means commitment. Of course, so does insanity.