Out of the blue, Janalee proposes marriage to me. She says in a bold manor, “I think we should get married, and I should get rid of my apartment and permanently move in with you.
She tells me, I promise to stop drinking.”
As I think about Janalee’s marriage proposal I’m wondering if I’m becoming a bigger sucker than the drug dealers I fleeced. I do not have the guts to stand up for myself and say, “No!” Yet, my brain is spinning. Something inside me keeps screaming, “Get out! You are getting seduced big-time, you fool!” Here I think I am a big tough karate guy, and yet the big patsy says.
“Yeah, sure, why not? Let’s get married.”