I have often asked It if he's going to marry me.

I dream of the house near the beach with a garden out front.A vision of my children and a multitude of dogs running across the white picket fences as I watch wistfully from the kitchen window while I bake muffins for tea .And when It comes back from work, I'll run to the door and fling myself into his arms.

I dream of the adorable little flat in the heart of the city.Plush leather sofa in the living room.An entertainment 'room' with our very own bar counter and high stools.Friends and family drop in for dinner and drinks all the time.And life is very chilled out.

I dream of the our house in the hills.Pristine.Scenic.Picture perfect.Cuddling up in the warm fire of the fireplace.Drinking hot chocolate (spiked of course) and talking.

I get nightmares about the joint family.

So whenever I bring up the topic to It, he ignores it.So I'm a little too young to be talking about getting married, but don't we all have little imaginary hearts circling our head when we are in love?

Will you marry me?
No.
I'm asking you nicely.Don't make me twist your hand.
Lets not talk about it please!
Fine.I'll ask you in two days.

I've figured out what works best.
Four months later and a few days ago, we hug.And we kiss.And it is probably the longest we've ever had.Several minutes.Felt like eons.Made us weak to the knees.And the best part is that after two and a something years and a million kisses, it still feels like the first time.

Will you marry me now?
Yes! Of course.
Really?
Yeah.Now shh.Don't spoil the moment.Shh
Ooooooooo! And we'll have a lot of babies?
The glazed look left his eyes
You just had to say it didnt you?

Marriage and babies.It didnt have to lose his libido over it.
Men.