Obviously you were done some wrong by a child in your previous life to have such a hatred for kids. Suck on a lollypop and cool down!Nik wrote:Reza wrote:This is like a Bollywood movie come to life! I love it. However, just delete the same sex marriage from this plot (and presumably what goes on in between the sheets) and we have what are the makings of a true Bollywood flick. And since you sound like you are singing as you write, it all makes it perfect - a sing/song Bollywood flick.
Anyway to cut my rambling short....CONGRATULATIONS!
p.s. A perfect ending to this fairy tale would have both of you settling down in sunny Spain! But since studies / work come first, you could always consider this proposition for your sunset years together!
LOL.
I promise everyone I will not change on ONE thing though: children. Hate em, hate em, hate em. Don't want them, don't want to see, or smell, or hear them, don't want to be around them, if I could be pro-Juvenile Diabetes, I would be.
Reza, to complete the Bollywood imagery, we are from different socio-economic backgrounds (my family is at least upper middle class, and Rick's is decidedly not) and I am half-Indian. Is there anything else required for Bollywood? I'm sure I could convince Rick to roll down a hill while singing with me.
The socio-economic backgrounds further confirms the Bollywood scenario here. Rich ''boy'' meets poor ''boy''. Things appear to go right but cruel fate plays a dirty hand (a vamp - ex boyfriend / girlfriend - usually comes in between the lovers, or nature has a few tricks up her sleeve, or family members cause a misunderstanding - a mean, interfering mother-in-law is a given in almost every Bollywood plot). Remember you have to weather the storms while dancing and singing until the fadeout. If it ends in tragedy the film is invariably a flop. A happy ending ensures boxoffice success. In any case the ending will be in the hands of both of you. Compromise is the name of the game in any relationship. It is not, unfortunately, easy!
