“Will u marry me?” I don’t know about you but I’ve been proposed at so many times that it actually lost it’s meaning. When I say many I mean more than 10, I mean international. Once, I offended someone’s feelings by laughing so hard right up his face, it was t0o late before I realized it was a serious question that deserved a serious answer (i have long apologized)

Anyway, when my beau popped that question to me, I didn’t feel like laughing at all. I felt like the luckiest lass in the whole wide world. I just didn’t care about anything else. I love him & I’m happy about it.

I have been liberated and bitchy all my life, have acted so all the time. Have always been brutally honest with my opinions & have challenged society’s norms. Seeing the mellowed down moi, some friends have asked if I don’t feel tied down, deprived or feel that I’ve been stripped off my freedom, the freedom that I have so valued..freedom that I still value.

Well it’s really simple, being the headstrong lady that I am, nobody can really stop me from doing anything that I so desire, not even my parents. But when you love someone, you respect the other person enough to refrain from doing anything that will harm him or the both of you. You don’t even have to be told to do so, it comes naturally. But what comes as a surprise to me is that I have found a serene happiness in all these..