Some things just play over and over in your mind like the first time I heard her sing and sing she can. Times she is self conscious about it. Truth is when she lets go and doesn't think about, just does it WOOZER,especially if it's something she really feels.

Absent minded at times. Sometimes infuriating but mostly funny as hell. Times you look and see a wide eyed innocent little girl behind her eyes. Others she can be hell on wheels. One time comes to mind a gathering of a bunch of friends. I was with my new lady friend that had been filled in about our history and didn't like it very much. Liked it even less when she was at the party and proceeded to be a major pain in my ass making sure one and all knew that I was there with her. Holding onto me tightly,steering me away anytime I dared talk to "Chick", crawling up my ass if I dared even look in her direction. She smarted off a few times to "Chick" and "Chick" let it go, but I could see it burning inside her to put my lady friend in her place, and warned her to watch her mouth or suffer the consequences.
She finally went to far and popped off something giving "Chick" a fuck you look if I ever saw one. Oh boy this was gonna be good. Lady friend never even knew what hit her! All smiles "Chick" looks right at her and says- If I wanted him,I could have him. That didn't set too well with lady friend and she sassed back-Oh really? "Chick" responded back with a sly smile and said-Ask him for yourself?
Got up and walked away. All the while I am thinking-DAMN WHAT A WOMAN!
Lady Friend did ask me and didn't like the answer she got and I do believe that was our last date. "Chick" did say later she was sorry. I wasn't.
Watching a horror movie once. She won't watch certain scenes and sure enough nothing with spiders in it. Covers her eyes but this time, put an afghan over her head until I told her the coast was clear. She got the afghan stuck on her earring and had a devil of a time getting it out. Still have a hole in the afghan from that incident and I smile every time I look at it.
I think I told you about coming home once and just watching her in the kitchen for a bit wearing one of my denim shirts, flour on her nose. Got paint on that shirt a while back and probably wont ever wear it again but can't bring myself to throw it away. For weeks after she left I would discover evidence that she had been there. My newly organized cabinets and cleaned out fridge to name but a few.Plus a litte hand written note she left behind that said-Thank you for being there during an emotional time.
I try not to think about that very much for personal reasons. Glad that I could be there when she needed a friend and I always will be.There are just some people that you know you will love forever. That's one reason her name is tattooed on my chest.

Reckon you could say that I love to propose. Did it the first time to my childhood sweetheart less than 2 hours after receiving my diploma.Nothing romantic about it, I think I said, Wanna, lets, get married? To be honest wasn't thinking about the marriage itself was thinking about all the sex I wanted anytime I wanted it. HA. That was a real eye opener.

Four times was all asked of the same lady.

First time while driving her home. Seemed like the thing to do at the time I thought once her heart had healed she might consider giving me a second look. She almost jumped out of the truck.

Second after some time had passed I ran the idea by her again. We weren't moving that time but the look on her face told it all.

Third time was at a gathering some friends were having. I pulled her outside with me to smoke. She choked on her cig.

Fourth time I invited her to lunch one day. Had the whole thing planned we would go to the park where we shared our first kiss sit on the same bench I would say all the things I had been rehearsing for years go down on one knee present the ring and pop the question. Never got to the going down on one knee part as she guessed what was in the works and with a touch of sadness and pity in her eyes asked: You're not going to ask me to marry you again.Are you? I still have the ring.

Sixth time,different lady, she had dropped hints about getting hitched and painted a lovely picture and before I knew what was happening I find myself with a ring asking her to be my wife. Didn't last a year.

CODE RED SITUATION.

There is a light at the end of this long,dark tunnel.