This thread is becoming a train wreck!

Any of us would do well to marry someone who cooks like Gabrymato.

Probably don't let's have the wedding on a train, though.

And looks like Gabrymato. :p

@pizza @r_deNoube Ladies please... You're making me blush.
But we can totally entertain a platonic relationship in which you two come over and we all watch TV shows together. Just bring ice cream and red wine. Isn't that what marriage is about after all?

Can I bring cookies? They're the special kind. The recipe is secret. Only dark angels know how to make them.

I'm assuming if I let her win, I'll get a proposal out of it. :p

This is shaping out to be the best slumber party ever

Hey Gabrymato, I want to be part of this...I agreed, after all. We need something salty to go with the wine and movies - oh yeah! And Buffy, maybe?

If the train is wrecking and we might die without having said something we should have said to someone -- well then, I want to challenge this @stuart-grey "never in my lifetime" business.

Social norms being what they are, Stuart, it might be that you're the kind we're more likely to think of as a Secret and Forbidden Love -- the kind we warn our girl friends against (ostensibly from disinterested wisdom, but really from envy.) Maybe some people are too shy because you've got that, you know, Forbidden thing going on. But of those, maybe some will be able to click Agree, once they realize that it doesn't out them.

Don't those who wish to worship at the shrine of the Wizard Stuart The Grey have to undergo some rather 'druidic' initiation ceremony involved naked apple-bobbing? At least that's what he told me in his latest missive from his hovel in Simshire. Personally, I was horrified, as everyone knows that apple-bobbing is part of the Elvish divorce proceedings.

I'm the one who's been painfully shy around women. Quite frankly, I don't see what women see in men at all. If I was a woman, I wouldn't have anything to do with 'em - we're hairy, smelly beast who drink too much beer, watch too much football and belch too much. I was utterly terrified to ask a woman out; such fear comes across as really creepy! Like Miss First Kiss - she asked me to ask her out. I was dying to do ask her out, so I did. Of course, she sat clung to the other side of her seat at the theater like she was sitting next to a rabid chimp and insisted we not go anywhere else - and that seemed perfectly understandable to me. Embolden by our first date, I asked for a second a number of times, and got answers like 'gotta wash my hair', or 'need to sew a button on a sweater' - subtle hints, you know ...

Women were goddesses who could do no wrong to me then. Me? A forbidden love? :lovestruc I don't think so.

Well, there was a couple of gay guys, and I feel terrible about how that turned out. Really terrible.

Hahaha, an alternative gold digger.

I already am going to marry who I'd like to marry if I could marry anyone. :3

^^^^ I hasten to vote this answer as the best answer in the entire thread.

Oh yes indeed and a very ethereal thing Elven marriage is too.

The perfect Elven marriage is a blend of the right type of give and take - in my experience it equates to equal time in front of the mirror - No Elven man would tolerate his wife hogging the mirror all day and not letting one get a look in. In fact mirror-hogging is one of the permissible grounds for Elvish divorce. The same thing goes for turning off the hair straighteners without due warning; why do you think the Lady Galadriel is still single? She is notorious for the old hair straighteners 'off' thing - one look at the state of Gandalf the Grey will tell you that.

Also there is none of that unseemly yelling and screaming at each other as found in mortal or dwarven marriage - Elves have 'domestics' via telepathy. In fact they can gaze at each other and telepath 'I hate you and I wish you were dead/bald*' and make it appear to others as loving looks communicating 'I love you and want to have your elf-lings, right here and right now!'.

There are other elements of Elvish marriage which differ from Mortal marriage but they cannot be divulged to the uninitiated at this stage,


*dead/bald = the same thing in Elven minds.

Id marry Helen Hunt if I could. Shes got a rockin body and ive never seen a movie of hers where she didnt look hot

AAAAHHhhha!! so, Some elf babe looked at me and my hair fell out? Is that what happened?

*whistles*