Marriage Seem-funny ©

“Marry me love, marry me” I said, holding her arms while trying to catch the dancing pupils of her bright eyes as she sneered with a hard to miss, yet invisible smirk at the corner of her mouth.

“Marry you? I would Ben, but do we court today and marry tomorrow or we marry today and court tomorrow? We must not forget the fact that fools do rush in you know…” Bright Eyes retorted.

Apparently she was enjoying this, and still managed to look as innocent as a Barbie doll (I could have kicked her then). I inched closer, trying with my eyes to catch the dancing pupils of Bright Eyes, and then pleadingly said “If wedding bells were referred to as rushes and fools be said to be the name which suits the suites that weds the bride at wedding tolls, then the world being a stage, it shall be that I acted that scene in such a name and moved on to the next scene as another.”

 “Ben, this is not one of those your expensive jokes, is it?”  The mockery of Bright Eyes got worse as it taunted me. The sneer was unequivocally clear now, at this point I seriously wanted to kick her – but didn’t.

Then with the graceful art of a troubled heart I dropped on one knee, produced a ring and said “Yes, expensive enough to buy a diamond ring…marry me love!”

The dance of the pupils ceased, the smirk disappeared as her heart skipped two beats. Then I watched this fair elegance blush, and wondered at this beauty that a long braided hair sat on, and at the towering height with perfect bosoms which matched these hips and perfectly symmetric thighs, which I was now staring at (oh why do they always wear such short things?).

At that point I wondered at what propelled me to lay hunt for such a daunting figure and why she always fell for these tricks.

As she took the ring amidst salty brine and mouthed a whispery “Yes”, I couldn’t help doubling over with the sweetest of all last laughs. Actually the last I remember after that was a flying kick aimed at my head, and then I woke up in the hospital to see the dancing pupils of Bright Eyes sneering knowingly at me.

At that point, I realised why I always laid hunt for her, and why she always fell. It was the indescribable description of the four letter word called love.  I smiled back weakly at those dancing pupils and decided that I might just repeat the joke on her one more time – but this time with a little less callousness than the rest.