By Reece (email Reece)
When you get engaged, there is this crazy world you and your fiancé enter into where every twenty minutes somebody wants to throw you a party, send you a card, take you out to dinner, or buy you stuff. And normally this is fantastic – it’s the best reaction to a three second conversation (“Will you marry me?" "Yes.” Boom. Done. Three seconds, if not shorter) you could ever have. Oh, you’re getting married? Here’s a blender. Here are some wine glasses, here’s a quilting machine, here’s a place setting. But why the hell would I want any of this crap? I just shelled out X amount of dollars for this girl to marry me and she gets all the gifts?
When you get engaged, there is this crazy world you and your fiancé enter into where every twenty minutes somebody wants to throw you a party, send you a card, take you out to dinner, or buy you stuff. And normally this is fantastic – it’s the best reaction to a three second conversation (“Will you marry me?" "Yes.” Boom. Done. Three seconds, if not shorter) you could ever have. Oh, you’re getting married? Here’s a blender. Here are some wine glasses, here’s a quilting machine, here’s a place setting. But why the hell would I want any of this crap? I just shelled out X amount of dollars for this girl to marry me and she gets all the gifts?
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