So I broke an old vow of mine last week, one that remained from my childhood. I swore early and often that I would never wed. Be it misguided nuance or a real sort of fear it is hard to state how unfair marriage is for men in the US. The deck is stacked against us something fierce yet despite that I proposed. She is a wonderful lass that I think compliments me well. But the voices are screaming “what are you doing!!?!” in a choir of angst. I guess only time will tell if this is a mistake but for the moment it feels like the right thing to do.

So here I stand against the voices in my head screaming as they often do at my actions and I laugh as best I can. A hitching will happen despite their noise and we will progress to the next stage of relationships. God it’s a weird feeling that I find myself in now… but it feels right at least.