posted on Jan, 14 2016 @ 01:50 AM
It's been a strange few days.
A girl friend I haven't spoken with or heard from in many years, she's been in prison, just dropped in on me.
We hung out for a bit. Had a few drinks.
Next thing I know she asks me if I want to get married.
I tell her I kind of like living alone in my own place.
She tells me she has her own place and also prefers it that way.
Long story short, she tells me I'm her husband and she is my wife. I was not given much of a choice.
I didn't say no. This should be an adventure. She is a looker.