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I'm going to talk to you about whether you want to get married or not. To me."
She laughs a lot...
"Oh, I'm sorry. But two days ago you were in love with that woman who interviewed you for the local paper, weren't you? ... I'm just curious about how one goes from making tapes for one person to marriage proposals to another in two days..."
"Fair enough... I'm just sick of thinking about it [love and marriage] all the time... I want to think about something else."
"... That's the most romantic thing I've ever heard. I do. I will [marry you]"
"Shut up. I'm only trying to explain... I've always been afraid of marriage because of, you know, ball and chain, I want my freedom, all that. But when I was thinking about that stupid girl I suddenly saw it was the opposite that if you got married to someone you know you love, and you sort yourself out, it frees you up for other things... I do know how I feel about you. I know I want to stay with you and I keep pretending otherwise, to myself and you, and we just limp on and on. It's like we sign a new contract every few weeks or so, and I don't want that anymore. And I know that if we got married I'd take it seriously, and I wouldn't want to mess about."
"And you can make a decision about it just like that, can you? ... I'm not sure that it works like that. "
"But it does, you see. Just because it's a relationship, and it's based on soppy stuff, it doesn't mean you can't make intellectual decisions about it. Sometimes you just have to, otherwise you'll never get anywhere. That's where I've been going wrong. I've been letting the weather and my stomach muscles and a great chord change in a Pretenders single make up my mind for me, wnd I want to do it for myself."
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"Maybe you're right. But that doesn't help me... Were you really expecting me to say yes?"
"Dunno. Didn't think about it, really. It was the asking that was the important thing."
"Well, you've asked... Thank you.
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