She strolled along the neighborhood path under a promising late summer sky, morning coffee in hand, and said, "It really sounds like you don't want to be married."
"Yeah, pretty much." I explained: "I mean, I got a student loan to pay a mortgage, not take 3 trips to Europe, ya know? I'm only 28..."
The early sounds of the day filled a brief pause when she mused, "Yes, I see it. I'm seeing this. You're too young to be married. At your age, you should be wearing bikinis in Mexico and gallivanting around Paris - not married."
Something about hearing that made me feel infinitely grand. I laughed and thought about what might lie ahead. "Paris and Bikinis it is..."
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