My Support for Monogamy and Marriage is Rebellious and Radical but I Don't Care

Jeff Lynne covered the lovely tune (above) best,

simply named "She". Maybe you've had enough of music that refers to women as garden tools, female dogs, and variations thereof with flair, typical of words and names somebody is extremely fond of or uses so often it beckons variety to remain fresh. Oh well, have a listen again while you enjoy the rest of the article! If the video link "UP" above doesn't work, try this HQ one.

She struck me with her unforgettable face, a look that defines "my type" when her image first entered my eyes it felt as if the light had reflected off a dream.

Warm and friendly, gentle and meek but meeting her frightened me out of my wits. I didn't know why at the time. Thankfully I knew what it was, enough to make sure I overcame the fear enough to talk to her. I am so glad I did that. But it was a big risk.

The fear came from the fact that somehow I knew there was something about her that made it risky for me. The fear didn't subside as we got along in the weeks and months afterwards. My fear came from a very sensible part of my brain, the part that keeps you from extreme danger. Of course the fear wasn't warranted, but it was logical.

9 months later, we'd be married during my Junior year in college!

This lovely creature could make my days heaven. She could be my motivation for working, saving, singing, almost everything I do. What will I find when I see what she's made of, what if her inmost being is as lovely as her outer beauty? What if it's not? Will it be too late?

On some level, when someone affects you that way, you know they could have a grip on you that could crush you. When you are young it is even more so, though your instincts could fool you. I have always had good instincts, but also have been fooled by them. This is a risk. This is the type of risk like jumping from a high-dive platform for the first time. She can't be perfect, I know it's going to hurt. Someone will take the jump for this woman, I don't want it to be anyone but me. Now's the time, Bismillah!

Too late for all the girls who liked me but didn't love me. Too bad for the girls who looked for the wrong guys, this happens when you distance yourself from us nicer guys who are marriage material. Whatever choices you made, ladies, this train is leaving the station where you and your choices can become better acquainted.

All the best to you, I hope you get along well, and cope with any regrets you may have. Until this plays out, you may have none or you may have many. I may be a bore or I may be a late-blooming jet-setter. Either way, it's happening.

And it's happening at a young enough age to have some kids, we did, that alone makes the endeavor so worthwhile.

Getting married is an enhancement of life, a decisive statement, a roll of properly loaded dice when done right.

Children, another roll of the dice, better weight the dice in your favor. Check out the genetic compatibility combination for your potential offspring. Also, have some faith and take a chance. You will never find perfection in the combination with your future mate. You can do more by improving the environment they will inherit. Life and love is worth it. It more than makes up for the life they will drain from you! A little sacrifice goes a long way. Most of the time the sacrifice is like a giving up an acorn to get another oak tree. You end up with a lot more life and always more love.