Onward.
Ever since that undetermined date in December of 2008 when M and I became a couple, I have longed to hear those four magic words. With bated breath I have awaited the most important question of all, and longed for M to get down on one knee, take my hand into his, look deep into my eyes and pose the million dollar question:
“Do you want fish?”
Yes, that is correct, M and I are thinking about being pet owners. We’re (probably) going to take my grandma’s old fish tank and are currently fighting over what kind of fish to put in it. I want only black fish, but M seems to think the orange and blue ones are pretty too. I’ll get my black fish, though, I know M secretly has a little Emo tucked away inside him.
In all fairness, this massive commitment didn’t just happen over night. Our road to pet ownership started ages ago. I knew M wasn’t a pet person, so I knew it would take a lot to get him to agree to anything at all. I started big. I told M I wanted a Leonberger.
After much nagging from my part, we eventually agreed that I could get one of these if and when we move to a bigger home. Then I told M I wanted a cat while I waited for the Leonberger to happen.
After much nagging from my part, M eventually said that he might be okay with a cat, as long as it wasn’t evil. Total deal breaker for me, of course. Then my grandma offered us her old fish tank, and after much nagging from my part, M finally agreed to give it a try. Now we just have to agree on what to put in it. The way we’re headed I wouldn’t be surprised if we ended up with a frog, or a turtle, or a kangaroo, instead of fish.
Oh, I almost forgot; we also got engaged.
