The Honeymoon.

Over the weekend I managed to be married by an ordained minister in the middle of an intersection. Just in the eyes of God, not legal or anything. This just goes to show that mysterious rum punch drinks are dangerous because when we were asked, much to my surprise and everyone else's, we both said "I do".

Later on, in the backwards way I like to do everything, I officially found myself with a boyfriend.

"What is this?"
"What do you want it to be", I said as I nervously laughed. I wasn't going to make this easy.
"Well are we dating?"
"That makes sense to me", hoping this conversation could be over.
Apparently committed to making me uncomfortable, "I like you, I like you a lot".
I replied, "Hmm, I like you a lot too", actually meaning it. Then, I passed out.

In the morning he asked,"do you remember what we talked about last night?"
After a long, questioning pause, which I let drag on in case he wanted to take back what he had said, I said, "Yes, do you remember?"
He laughed at me in the mocking way he tends to, "How would I know to ask you if I didn't know?"
Defeated, I admitted, "I was just giving you an opportunity to get out of it". He just shook his head at me, which happens often.

Later at brunch with friends someone asked, since they were all alerted by facebook of our nuptials, if the honeymoon period was already over, to which he replied "Yeah. She's already let herself go".