That Dweam Within A Dweam

[Post nookie cuddling]

Me: If it fails, will you marry me?

John: If... it... ?

Me: Prop 8.

John: Oh, the marriage ban gay thingy.

Me: Right.

John: Do you want to be married?

Me: I think it would be psychologically beneficial for me. There. Was that sufficiently clinical?

John: [laughs]

Me: John, I don't want anything else. I'm not holding out for anything better, because there is nothing better than this. And while, yes, there are a few dicks that are bigger than yours, none are prettier. I want to marry your wiener.

John: I don't want anything else either. And I suppose there are advantages. Like hospital stuff, and power of attorney...

Me: And when I die, I'm sure you'll want all my amazing things.*

John: [nods vigorously]**

Me: We don't have to have a ceremony. We just go down to the courthouse, or whatever. Have a witness. I was thinking that we could skip the whole thing and just do all the legal stuff instead, but marriage is just...

John: It's easier. It's like a package deal. And until we can get married by clicking a button on a website, this is it.

Matthew: John, what emoticon best conveys my eternal devotion to you?

John: LOL.

Matthew: So how 'bout it? Will you be my blaster, if I promise to tank for you, forevermore, in our supergroup base for two?

John: We can't have a City of Heroes wedding. No one would come.

Matthew: Then it would be perfect. Or we could have a Californian wedding.

John: Matthew, do you promise to be hella, and never harsh my mellow?

Matthew: And do you, John, promise to be way excellent, and never lay any heavy trips on me, as long as we both shall live?

John: Dude. Wait, what?


*Funny because I am not materialistic.
**Funny because he could buy me seven thousand times over.