The bad thing about a good idea is you have to sit on it for awhile. I knew how I was going to ask my wife to marry me after a few showers and about two years before I could afford a ring and taking on some of her student loans. Like a lot of people in the divorce generation I knew she was the one for me after a fight. I told her I was going to sleep in, and she called me at eleven in the morning- about three hours before my alarm wasn’t set. She told me how beautiful it was out side. She wanted to share it with me. She wanted me to go walking with her. I told her I would be over later. To her later is about fifteen minutes which is the perfect amount of time to fall back into that good sleep. Half an hour later she called me five times and woke me up once. She hit me with a fight like a bucket of cold water. I was up. Shoes, socks, shorts and a shirt. Where’s my keys? Grabbed the spare had no time to look. A women scorned hath no fury like a pissed off girl waiting.

The walk calmed us down and got me out of trouble. We went home and showered together. I wash her then she washes me. I start at her neck and work down. I look up to her and she smiles down at at me. I’m on one knee lathering her thighs. Yeah, thats how I did it a few years later. I kissed her kneecap reached outside the shower and pulled in a little box from the cold and asked her to marry me. It was sweet, romantic and uniquely us.