Marry him should I?

When he said he loved me and would I marry him, I didn't know what to say. It was all so sudden.

After all, we had only known each other for a few weeks. Admittedly, we had lots in common; walking in the countryside, old pubs with open fires, even fishing. But the truth was that I didn't look at him that way.

He said, if I felt things were going too fast, we could get engaged and live together for a while.

He was very keen. He said he loved my warm smile and everything about me and it would make him the happiest man in the world if I could love him too.

I said it was a shock and I would need some time to think how I should reply.

After a few days, we met up again at a beautiful countryside traditional inn besides the River Thames. There were candles on the tables, lovely oak beams and pictures of country sports on the walls.

I told him that I was definitely and absolutely not gay and never would be.

His face fell and he looked so sad but then brightened when I said

"But I'm willing to go ahead if we can have a house in the countryside with a swimming pool."

The End


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