"The next night we went on our
first date and she was so funny and pretty but more importantly
she emits some gentle power that makes me want to be good.
You'll think it frivolous of me to say I knew I'd marry
her on that first date, but the truth is I fell in love with her
when she hit me with that bottle. Like Cupid in a riot.
From the first date I changed. No more women. Well, actually,
thousands of women. I wake up to a different one each day, but
they're all her.
She's still sleeping next to me now, tranquil and silently
beguiling, it's impossible to ally her with the incandescent
girl that lazes through the day. Her hand rests on her shoulder
and I can see the ring I gave her when I asked her to marry me,
at midnight on New Year's Eve in India, under a full moon, a
blue moon. Once in a blue moon. She said yes. She chose me,
bottled me and cuffed me. And now this is my life, my girl, this
beautiful woman.
Just her and the revolution."
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