These sorts of things seem to happen only in traffic and under the sweet blare of good old YFM. It hits me that I got less than 5,184,000 seconds as a single person. And the clock happily counts down to the Poruwa.
After all that tedious dating it all boils down to this. Meeting a total stranger (Sri Lankan aunties network) in a cafe and a few months later, a proposal in a parking lot (while fiancée was trying to find a slot).
The shocking part is how natural it all feels. To discover that there’s a human out there whose willing to put up with my nutty humour for (theoretically) the rest of their lives.
Well there are what some could consider compromises. No green (lime green) Mohawk. The end of avant-garde body piecing and the antibiotics budget they entail. I have conceded to refrain from commenting about the dangerous health effects of cannibalism at social gatherings.
Lucky I got my blog to keep the nuttiness contained but that’s another post