When You're Ready...

Simplicity:
the world around you plays a very small role if any at all in your decision.
the questions of what if? seem to disappear,
while you focus on the questions of when?
every moment planning fills you with more excitement...
When you're ready.

Luckily, I've been given a fair shot at love and can decipher fact from fiction.
When I'm ready... he will be too and it will simply be a matter of how to pose the question.
I imagine something less staged and more personal...
Laying in bed blogging together and then him typing it on our next post and publishing it before I'm done so at my leisure when I'm ready to hit "view blog," it's staring me in my face in BIG RED LETTERS.
Chill, don't get any ideas Mr. Champagne. ::lol::
But love is... whatever you make it, with the person who makes your heart skip beats,
And makes your lips form the words "I love you" with ease,
And infiltrates your system with thoughts and ideas of "what-we-could-be's"
So, when you're ready you'll know and he won't hesitate to share his readiness with you.

What do you think?

Sean:

If only life was as simple as love. You see my dear, love is a concept, not a tangible object. As men we love tangible goods! Toys to hold and display, in a show of bravado proclaiming that "My shit is better than yours!" What's this have to do with love and marriage? Simple see, men have to be the best at everything. Our cars must be cleaner, our girls must look badder, and our relationships, marriages must be better. To a man the root to invincibility is through the all mighty dollar. Therefore you'll hear men giving you that tired bullshit of, "I love you, and I wanna get married but my paper ain't right...." Well ladies sorry to break it to you but that's a real concern for men. Not having the proper finances or not being in position to totally support your woman is a real threat to a mans ego. So the question of "when" and the state of "readiness" can actually be measured in monetary terms. We need the house, in which you prepare our meal as you patiently await my arrival from a long days work. We need the two cars: his and hers. One for the floss the other for the chores. We need the security of material things to assure our lady's comfort-- letting her know that "Not only do i love you, but boo, I got you!" Although the idea of coming up, struggling, and building together seems romantic, the idea of having mine to share with you is even better for men. Marrying purely for love is a thought foreign to a mans psyche.

I mean after all what's love got to do with it?