Carthage

« Stay with me, baby, stay | Main | You try everything you can to escape »

April 27, 2005

The dog's widow

For the last two and a half years I've been periodically proposing to the Lad. So far he won't have me, though there's many as would, but I persevere, I persevere. That's what marriage is all about. It'll be anticlimactic when he gives in finally but that, too, is what marriage is all about I guess.

After that guy was mean about Michele's hat on her webpage today I wanted to kick his teeth in I was so mad. I sometimes wonder if I want to marry her too but I don't do it because society dictates that I should just pick a fellow for a life partner. I'm not saying the gay marriage thing, but I'd like to spend the rest of my life having this nice relationship with Michele that I do have, so I think there should be a ceremony about that with new flatware and maybe some tax breaks. Really, if marriage meant what it should, according to me, mean then probably I would marry the Lad and Michele and my parents and my dog before she died. And also I might marry some books by Michael Ondaatje and my white sheets and Yosemite. And also arrabbiata sauce the way the Moms makes it, and I would marry seven o'clock in the evening in summer and "Between the Bars." So it's weird when you think of it that only one important relationship gets celebrated instead of all of them, especially if that person won't even marry you in the first place.

Posted by didofoot at April 27, 2005 05:17 PM

Comments

it's true that the one time same-sex marriages were happening every second in SF and you tried to get me to marry you, i refused. but that wasn't because i'm against marrying you, it was just that i was against marrying as a fashion trend. then again, i'm also against marriage for flatware. i don't really care about flatware.

Posted by: michele at April 27, 2005 06:13 PM

Forget the flatware. Get married for a KitchenAid stand mixer. Lord knows I would.

Posted by: Dianna at April 27, 2005 06:21 PM

don't do it gene...stay strong brother!

Posted by: dr v at April 27, 2005 08:49 PM

Kristen,
I dislike thinking of you as a widow; even if it is of your lovely labrador who was totally deaf but entirely lovable when I met her.

I say: the longer we are single, the longer we live free from the potential of that title. Perhaps we should relish that luxury while it lasts.

Too bad for Matt and Meli, and Mike and Jessica, and gene's sister and her husband, etc.
suckas.

Posted by: kati at April 27, 2005 10:51 PM

Hey! "Married" is just another word for "wearing nice rings" and "getting a bunch of free stuff" and "trying as hard as you can not to have sex with other people."

Posted by: holohan at April 27, 2005 11:16 PM

it turns out that his idea of marriage (a big deal) is different from my idea of marriage (a big party). i don't care so much about being married, except that it would be fun to tell people i was married. actually, why aren't i telling people that? i AM married. and that's no lie.

Posted by: didofoot at April 28, 2005 08:31 AM

You can borrow my wedding dress and take pictures, if you'd like, and then the lie (sorry, sorry, I mean not lie) would be much more convincing. Now you just need a way to convince Gene to wear a tuxedo and be photographed with you without clueing him in that it has something to do with getting married.

Posted by: Dianna at April 28, 2005 09:33 AM

witness their lies and trickery! would you really want to enter into a binding legal agreement with such a devious creature?

Posted by: dr v at April 28, 2005 10:15 AM

Well, "binding", anyway.

Posted by: Dianna at April 28, 2005 10:24 AM

it's another trick!

Posted by: dr v at April 28, 2005 11:45 AM

No, no, it's just that we're so tricky you really can't make anything stick.

Posted by: Dianna at April 28, 2005 01:56 PM

I think dr. v is devious trickster since he's only telling Gene to not get married so he can avoid any additional pressure for him to do the same. I think dr. v figures that if more of his friends get married, his turn will somehow come sooner. Men always think we're trying to trap them, as if they have soooo many viable alternatives. Really, women are the ones who are trapped; devoted to men more in love with the idea of their freedom than the reality of a woman's devotion. Kristen is a much more brave woman than I am... I'd never have the balls to propose marriage; I couldn't take the rejection. Besides, I don't really want to be "married," I also just want to have a fabulous party and wear a gorgeous outfit... but I'd settle for a pretty ring and for my dad to stop making comments about my "living in sin." That'd be nice.

Posted by: Kristina at April 28, 2005 07:58 PM

yeah i don't really want to be married either, i just want a lot of attention paid to me. it would be enough, really, if someone could just whistle "here comes the bride" whenever i walk into a room. and anyway, everyone knows gene is doomed to suffer me forever whether we're married or not.

Posted by: didofoot at April 28, 2005 08:48 PM

Not that I see you all that often, but from now on whenever I do and I see you enter I room I am totally going to hum "here comes the bride" (I can't whistle)

Posted by: nuala at April 29, 2005 09:41 AM

If you marry the right person you get to make cameos in online comic strips. YOu also get to legally own everything equally, which is nice. I often wonder which half of the cats I own: Do I own one whole cat? Or are they bisected in some way? If bisected, is it by length or width? Length would be better, because then you could put two halves together and still have a whole cat, albeit a strange one. But what if I only own the right to the left halves? What then?

Posted by: meli at May 20, 2005 10:11 AM

Post a comment